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Nobody needs to tell
no sign of taste, no fear, no smell
a sort of clash
you wonīt expect in slow-mo
no show, no flow, you know
youīre acting like a slow-poke
got it obsolete
just break it to the beat
canīt give the folks a lead
somebody call me, please
uphold obscenity
itīs on your telly screen
and god will save the queen
just give me what I need
speed up till the automatic pilot will take control
bang your head!
they say itīs crashing your career
without a clue I got in here
is this a place i come across some old bloke
no hope, no slope
got a standing like a bold oak
no credibility
for some specific need
this is how itīs meant to be
so youīre nice to me
hey mr. officer
i got an upper seat
please mr. officer
just give me what i need
speed up till the automatic pilot will take control
bang your head