Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

Land of Lukewarm

02:25
from the album "...every cloud has a sulphur lining..."
(T.Cameron)

Lyrics

Way of life wrapped in vapidity, pulls you in with such rapidity,

The whip cracks and you're tossed into the fray, you're half asleep in your flannel world of grey,

  In the land of lukewarm, well what did you expect?

  Polite and quite humourless, now you're a nervous wreck,

 

In this overpopulation boom, now you race the rats around the room,

The empty stare you focus on a screen, says a lot about your urban dreams,

  In the land of lukewarm, well what did you expect?

  Polite and quite humourless, now you're a nervous wreck,

    So you give the stressed years of your life,

    Now your soul's been amputated, and you're the one with the knife,

 

Now you're smug and uptight like the rest, everything you are has been repressed,

Now you face your fashionable fate, you've become the thing you used to hate,

  In the land of lukewarm, what did you expect?

  Polite and quite humourless, now you're a nervous wreck.