"Old Nottz" lyrics

Yeah, outside the files and the system we got
Into the world of no attachment to shop
I feel the pain and emotion, the need
Into the pace I find the mud and the seed
It's in all the vision of an implant as rock
Where all my perceptions look like dildos in shops
Where all the trolls are usually wimps with no peen
This is how it is now, on computers, not streets

All these crying purists
All these moaning pricks
All your music pages here
That don't get any clicks (Old Nottz)
And all this social climbing
And all these skylights in
And all my isolation from
The old town over the bridge (Old Nottz)

All the painted visors and the felt-tipped pens
The pencil cases with nice bits on the end
The hellish rules at first day back to school
Disillusionment and fear takes us all
Why did you choose to take this life?
Why did you choose to tear it here?
Why did you choose to repeat the grief?
Why did you choose to get nowhere?

All these crying purists
All these moaning pricks
All your music pages here
That don't get any clicks (Old Nottz)
And all this social climbing
And all these skylights in
And all my isolation from
The old town over the bridge (Old Nottz)

I feel better when I'm over the bridge
I take down the gears at the lights near the pitch (Old Nottz)
I feel better when I'm over the bridge
I take down the gears at the lights near the pitch (Old Nottz)
(Old Nottz)