"Degenerate Inanimate" lyrics

"Degenerate Inanimate"

Ooh

Flaunts jewellery like, there's no tomorrow
Impendent carries, story of sorrow
Blubbers on about, nights he meets and seals
Has not the willpower to, distinguish fake from real
Seas have been held outside the corner shop
Says I haven't but a fiver, to toss one down the drain
Proudly marches onwards and upwards to the hill
And pisses twenty of his money
On a horse with no name

Degenerate inanimate
Degenerate inanimate

Well do you ever get a feeling
That your looking in a mirror
But with inspection see that this is no reflection, no
More an infection, under skin its causing lesions
This anti-doppelgangers mits over your eyes with good reason
While, following allegations
He holds nothing but good will
Makes a stark accusation, and carries on until
Notes compared by outsiders show the same result
Tranquilize a tiger
And bring it to a holt

Degenerate inanimate
Degenerate inanimate
Degenerate inanimate (inanimate)
Degenerate inanimate (inanimate)

Embraces Richard Nixon with the highest adoration
This piltdown man should sit down man
Its leaked the blueprints to its plan
Man make'th self an obstacle to ricochet damnation
This Mr Clinton exhumes hints of lying 'bout their basic income
There never really was a March to William Hill
Until recently the thought of such would have me choking on my lunch
But now the plot is sticking like it's sappy based adhesive
Have to admit though makes me sick
Fabrications leave you drowned in shit

Degenerate inanimate
Degenerate inanimate
Degenerate inanimate (inanimate)
Degenerate inanimate (inanimate)
Degenerate inanimate

Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
Ooh, whoa-ooh
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Writer(s): Samuel Christopher Lance Jones, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, George Frederick Ullyott, Alfred Charles Husband, William Alan King
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