"Light Industry" lyrics

Hand on a chest
Cautiously rest
Addressed to
Light industry
Please call
If interested at all
Four pages long
Two lines across
Shake of a hand made soft

Call and response
It's all things at once, again
Last call
For light industry
Please call
Not interested at all
Four pages long
Took you across
To shake off a hand made...

Stop

Call off your dogs
And open the stocks
We've had enough
Of shoot or get shot
They're up in the clock
They've had enough

Of 'Benny and the Jets'
And dreary weekend sex
And holidays away
Where it always rains
Oh point me to the steps
And roll me through your texts
It's never nothing next
It's all the same

So come on
And pour yourself away
Oh come on
And pour yourself another glass of exactly the same
Oh come on
And whore yourself away
Oh come on
It's only just another glass of exactly the same
Oh come on

0800-888-888
Open late
So call today!

Oh come on
How much must they take
Oh come on
It's only just another glass of exactly the same
So come on
How much must I take
Oh come on
It's only just another half of exactly the same
Exactly the same
Exactly the same
Exactly the same