we're Freezing, we're Free, load ing
at the Old Dispensary.
And if you're in love, get it fixed quick.
We're busy bodies, with our, containers
and our keys
and well didn't you know?
If you're ugly you can get it fixed quick.
The chickens are all on chemicals
The public are all on chickens
The future's on the public
And it's a chemical chicken public future
the has me
It's a CHEMICAL CHICKEN PUBLIC FUTURE
that I've been, DREAMING OF.
At the Old Dispensary,
you can deposit your thoughts for free.
Still moving where we want to be.
Tenacity is most healthy.
The 25 (London Bus) rumbles, chicken, litter by.
Still drunk, giddy, in the bends.
Battery raised HUMANS
with no room to flap our tongues.
Free to roam within our own filth.
I'm searching for fleeting sanctuary
behind pink doors.
The beaks cluck and I dream of more applause.
from Sludge & Tripe,
released April 1, 2010
Lyrics & Music by Squire Squier.
Recorded by Andy Ramsay, Winter 2006, Sugar House Lane, East London.
Produced by Squire Squier