Beggars & choosers, winners & losers,
Sent in today & they are here to abuse us.
They come by the old map, & travel by spacecraft,
Which one are you, cos they are here to confuse us, now,
Here they come, here they come, here they come,
Oh now, here they come, here they come, oh oh.
Business conventions, greedy intentions,
Sent in today & they are not scared to mention.
They are fat men in black suits, all walking in fresh boots,
Walking the streets as they are taking your pensions.
They look like your friend but they are leeches inside,
They are burning your soul as they are passing your mind,
They look like the people who live on the street,
Like children that pester the ? & the key.
Well who is next? I hope they come for you.
So tell your friends, I hope that they learn too.
They look like your friend but they are leeches inside,
They are burning your soul as they are passing your mind,
They look like the people who live on the street,
Like children that pester the ? & the key.
Well who is next? I hope they come for you.
So tell your friends, I hope that they learn too.
Zutons, The Ringtones