Letras
Self-isolation you're breaking my heart
Bringing frustration by setting me apart
From my loved ones I'm told I might lose
By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes
Populism – the language of the elite
A cracked prism anaesthetising people on the street
It's a monochrome world where black is white
And the colours are crazy and the streets are empty
The streets are empty in the city tonight
Hope is where we live
Though we're hanging on a rope
You think it's a hoax or a dope smoke trope
Change is where you wanna be
Rearrange the strange interchange the pain
So everything you ever see is individual spiritual victory
The sleeve of your art becomes the thief of your heart
The belief that from the start inequality will disappear
Like pirates papyrus Miley Cyrus
From the virus we will be free
(Papyrus pirates Miley Cyrus)
(Pump it up)
Self-isolation you're breaking my heart
Bringing frustration by setting me apart
From my loved ones I'm told I might lose
By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes
(Ah)
Got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today (today)
What you gonna do tomorrow (tomorrow)
(Ah)
Self-isolation
Frustration
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today (self-isolate)
What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate)
(Before it's too late)
You got to do it today (self-isolate)
What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate)
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow