The Drones - A Moat You Can Stand In lyrics

they'll slap you on the face with their glove they'll dip you in the pitcher of their bloodshot love look at 'em, standing staid in their ridiculous robes while i stand in your moat have you ever thought that all their distain was just a saucer eyed child shrinking from the food chain? all their disapproving good friday fixed grins were effortlessly wrong about most everything time where i'm from lumbers on the guilty ain't got no idea that they're time will come they're sinners, they're saints and they state which in boasts you can stand in their moat i can stand in your moat they're ranting and raving, how bad can things get man the sideshow's always louder than the main event more ambitious than a virgin newly widowed duty bound as a tourist in Rome the prosecution's trebling and the padre's backpedaling but a rest just seems more likely than a stint while back at Free Market Mint the atom smashers warp the press but can't confess to anyone downwind 'cause they're sleepwalking tall, rich or poor from silk broadsheets down to tabloid floors and they'll be up in their keep making toasts to some creep while i'm stripping down to my smalls i can stand in your moat new research proves that it's fair to see insults as nothing but snares history has shown life is short then you die i'm arse deep in their moat once i find the time it's cold on the outside they say but the cold keeps you clear while the heat leaves a haze they should take a cool dip in the shade of their walls with the lily pads tickling their face bad good luck caught them unaware there ain't no immortality there yet i squint from my lunch to the metal screech and sun of the street and i'm lighter than air i can stand in your moat nothing needs reforming more than anyone else they'll tell you while they conjure your plight all of them old men just line their pockets with fear then make you greedy when your money gets tight but if their brains were a gut it'd sound like a swamp being so starved and bereft of a song and when the quick fox of reason gets into their brunch thou doth protest way too f**ing much don't let 'em abuse you, don't let 'em use you like a saddle for their high high horse if life means more to you than a grave with a view then it probably means you're on course and you know you can stand in their moat i can stand in your moat.