Half of us are in the apple; Half of us are in the pie All of us are in the pudding When the last bus has gone by Someone has to take the high road Someone has to make the bed No-one has the right to tell you To lie down when all is said
The black and white, the stereotype The polarising pitch at play While some of us sit in between Interminable shades of grey No need to walk the tightrope Set out on that great divide The balance scales may tremble But the featherweights are on our side
Carrying the Zealot gene Right or left, no in between Beware, beware the Zealot gene: Naked flame near gasoline
The populist with dark appeal The pandering to hate Which xenophobic scaremongers Deliver on a plate To tame the pangs of hunger And satisfy the lust Slave to ideology Moderation bites the dust
Bee buzzing in your bonnet And a wasp right up the bum A V-8 under hood A cocked hammer under thumb Ear-splitting twitter thunder And a screaming banshee wail You got too many opinions And a tom cat by the tail
Carrying the Zealot gene Right or left, no in between Beware, beware the Zealot gene: Naked flame near gasoline
Carrying the Zealot gene Right or left, no in between Beware, beware the Zealot gene Naked flame near gasoline
Half of us are in the apple Half of us are in the pie All of us are in the pudding When the last bus has gone by
Someone has to take the high road Someone has to make the bed No-one has the right to tell you To lie down when all is said
The black and white, the stereotype The polarising pitch at play While some of us sit in between Interminable shades of grey
No need to walk the tightrope Set out on that great divide The balance scales may tremble But the featherweights are on our side
Carrying the Zealot gene Right or left, no in between Beware, beware the Zealot gene Naked flame near gasolineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
