I Dream Guillotine - IDLES

My jaded visions of a

Jaded city broken

By a jaded wealthy jettison

We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine

Put your children in a chokehold

Put the poor in a chokehold

There’s no such thing as a broken home

There’s no such thing as a broken home

Tell that to the front line

The bread line, the welfare line

The factory line, the factory line

The factory line, the factory line

I dream

Guillotine

Don’t tell me where we’ll end

You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead

My bastard visions of a

Bastard city broken

By a bastard wealthy jettison

We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine

Put the children in a chokehold

Put the poor in a chokehold

There’s no such thing as a broken home

There’s no such thing as a broken home

Tell that to the front line

The bread line, the welfare line

The lottery line, the lottery line

The lottery line, the lottery line

I dream

Guillotine

Don’t tell me when we’re fed

You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead

All aboard

All aboard

All aboard

All aboard

All aboard the cocaine ghost train

All aboard the cocaine ghost train

All aboard the cocaine ghost train

We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine

I dream

Guillotine

Don’t tell me when we’re fed

You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead