The Icarus Line Spit on it Letras:
This is a list in no particular order of the
things that can keep a man stuck inside the fear
of outside. The cannibal clerks that make mistakes
only to blame themselves on you. Grease in the
palms of giant companies that should be building
bombs. Fastback frills that curdle over weeks give
me the chills. Prevent awareness! Lost advice
generously spilling from the mouths of decrepit
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casualties who save their souls from forces that
breed control. It wasn't always this way.
Industry slaves catch the wave that kills art for
pay. I'm gonna feed you your children and eat
from your bowl. Sorely sought sounds more like
poorly taught. Prevent awareness! Weather and
feather. Ignored and vilified. This ain't no
list. There ain't no order. Keep your head stuck
inside. Fear of outside. You're stuck on inside.
You suck on inside. Let's go out.
Letras: Spit on it The Icarus Line [final]