Hush! Whisper,Omika,wait,i know,i know, it's fucking wrong
But it's hopeless,let them sleep in state,rigid out of date
Socio-cancerous state,omika,sing them a lullaby
Omika keeps hir distance,from the pigmented
Opinion,she keeps herself a secret,it's insipid and mal-nourished
She spoke softly in broken english
He's all small print and bells and whistles
Sleeps with shoes on in front on the tele
A dead meat sucker punch
Oh what fun and games
But according to our records we have nothing to be proud of
But she spoke to me,in broken ENGLISH
Infantry,explosions or fireworks?
Assumptions spark off language barriers
For crying out loud,it's been ages
So territorial,a sleeping knee-jerk with 50's reverb
Gracie,molly and daisy,ask them their story and how long they've been walking
Are we nearly there yet? I don't think so,but i'll keep a momento,a tiny scrap of paper
A written reminder of little Omika
Scaredy cats do me a favour will you? keep the noise down
Im tired of silent compliance,but the text book spoken,and history is paper


Lyrics submitted by Cam57

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