"spock culture" lyrics

The terror of completing capitalism
Ruined your lunch break, ruined your lunch
The same nice summer, but with guillotines
Didn't sit well, was a bit too French

My baby tells me to pull out the pin
But I'm still staring at the boys in the bowl
In the nostalgia wars
In the nostalgia wars
There were no survivors
There were no survivors

Sometimes I remind him of his father
Who is not dead, not dead yet
The problem is, his father is an idiot
Being dead would be a slight improvement

My baby tells me to pull out the pin
But I'm still staring at the boys in the bowl
In the nostalgia wars
In the nostalgia wars
There were no survivors
There were no survivors
There were no survivors

The terror of completing capitalism
Ruined your lunch break, ruined your lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch
The same nice summer, but with guillotines
Didn't sit well, was a bit too French

Spock culture made a man out of mass
Spock culture made a man out of mass
In the nostalgia wars
In the nostalgia wars
There were no survivors
There were no survivors
There were no survivors

Despite all the rumours
This house is not for sale
I do not invite offers
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
Despite extensive bleeding
This limb is still attached
It needs a slow let-down
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture
We've got our Spock culture