Momus - Year Zero lyrics
[Momus - Year Zero lyrics]
People from the countryside kill
People from the city
People who are ugly kill
People who are pretty
People who are puritans slay the permissive
And people who are retrograde
Cut down the progressive
Stickers-up for foreigners kill stickers
To their own
Liars kill the nitpickers who like to moan
The poor read the graffiti
Rise up and eat the rich
And Little Goody Twoshoes is feeling sick
And the ones who say the
Emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that’s holy that
He must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year
Zero’s on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day
The frigid have arrived to
Kill the masturbators
Punctual people punctually
Kill procrastinators
So-called Christians murder so-called Muslims
Day and night
And black people are killed for
Failing to be white
The boring kill the interesting and
Then get very bored
Insomniacs slyly stifle everyone who snores
Invalids crush the able-bodied with
Their Zimmer frames
And people with no past kill
People with no name
Invaded people everywhere are
Invading their invaders
And no-one feels the benefit's
Except the arms traders
And one is heard very philosophically to say:
"At least all is quiet at the end of the day"
Warmongers kill the peaceful
To be killed in return
When the peaceful come in the early
Hours to burn their houses down
Tracksuit types kill pitbull dykes
And old philanthropists
Free market evangelists kill
Kindly socialists
Scandinavian vegans kill British bully beef
Everyone called Simon kills
Everyone called Keith
The blind slaughter the sighted and
The slighted slash the blind
The Buddhists kill everyone who comes to mind
The people in the cafes kill
The people in the bars
Saxophonists weep and strangle creeps
Who play guitars
And when you ask Siri why, Siri simply says:
"At least all is quiet at the end of the day"
And the ones who say the
Emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that’s holy that
He must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year
Zero’s on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day
People from the city
People who are ugly kill
People who are pretty
People who are puritans slay the permissive
And people who are retrograde
Cut down the progressive
Stickers-up for foreigners kill stickers
To their own
Liars kill the nitpickers who like to moan
The poor read the graffiti
Rise up and eat the rich
And Little Goody Twoshoes is feeling sick
And the ones who say the
Emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that’s holy that
He must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year
Zero’s on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day
The frigid have arrived to
Kill the masturbators
Punctual people punctually
Kill procrastinators
So-called Christians murder so-called Muslims
Day and night
And black people are killed for
Failing to be white
The boring kill the interesting and
Then get very bored
Insomniacs slyly stifle everyone who snores
Invalids crush the able-bodied with
Their Zimmer frames
And people with no past kill
People with no name
Invaded people everywhere are
Invading their invaders
And no-one feels the benefit's
Except the arms traders
And one is heard very philosophically to say:
"At least all is quiet at the end of the day"
Warmongers kill the peaceful
To be killed in return
When the peaceful come in the early
Hours to burn their houses down
Tracksuit types kill pitbull dykes
And old philanthropists
Free market evangelists kill
Kindly socialists
Scandinavian vegans kill British bully beef
Everyone called Simon kills
Everyone called Keith
The blind slaughter the sighted and
The slighted slash the blind
The Buddhists kill everyone who comes to mind
The people in the cafes kill
The people in the bars
Saxophonists weep and strangle creeps
Who play guitars
And when you ask Siri why, Siri simply says:
"At least all is quiet at the end of the day"
And the ones who say the
Emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that’s holy that
He must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year
Zero’s on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day