Public Service Announcer

To the friends in my head
Let it never be said
That they work
That they work for nothing
To the name on my chest
I accept all requests
To work
Yes, to work, for no one
If this is my public I’m ready for you
If this is my public I’m turning the screw
And anyone who makes silly last requests
Has missed the whole point of just being dead
And can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
And the high-speed line doing fine
To the blood in my veins
And the buds in my brains
Let them work
Let them work, for nothing
Say please, please say please
Take tour ticket
And don‘t breathe
Perfect hair, perfect hair works for no one
If this is my public I’m ready for you
If this is my public I’m turning the screw
And anyone who makes silly last requests
Has missed the whole point of perplexed best
And can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
And the high-speed line still doing fine
And the sound of my keys turning round
Is the sound of the curse of the underground
And can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on
And the high-speed line doing fine