Sods
Minutes To Go
Pathetic
Time, time, time
minutes to go, searching crime
Outside, people
they're marching the streets
We're looking out the windows
and hearing them preach
Dying like an unborn - you decide
Looking like Tut Ankh Amon - mummified
The days are gone - He never came
Just us waiting - what a shame
Reflecting us in pictures - scoring
Our relations shit-crapped - boring
My full-sized mirror is better than you
Now marching the streets is the things you do