Yin / Post-Yin - Future Of The Left

Call me Anna, velociraptor

Excuse my manner, I’m having such a bad day

I woke this morning with expectations

Of gaining nothing;

I’ve learned to trust my instincts

The white man claims that he’s in love

Does anybody doubt him?

The white man claims that he’s in love

Does anybody doubt his words?

But those tans are a curse, 'cause they promise so much health

And how far can you rise on borrowed Sellotape?

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause, for the pterodactyl’s claws

It’s on pause, it’s on pause, for the pterodactyl

Oh yes it is

Call me Brutus, brontosaurus

It’s just for Christmas, I’m going back to college

Though I am just a, a massive lizard

I am not stupid.

I understand how it works

The white man claims that he can fly

Does anybody doubt him?

The white man claims that he can fly

Does anybody doubt his words?

And those songs, they are real, but they do not play for you

So dance to them once, then throw them to the wind

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause, for the pterodactyl’s claws

It’s on pause, it’s on pause, for the pterodactyl

Good people know (Good people know!)

You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)

Then throw them together, and see what we have left

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah!

Good people know (Good people know!)

You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)

Then throw them together, and see what we have left

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah!

Good people know (Good people know!)

You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)

Then throw them together, and see what we have left