Iodine

Hurling ourselves down to the depths
Back since the day lest we forget
Cause time it is set, our memories crept
So now let’s political get
There is no left wing
To fight the right wing
We’re like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we’re all ready for Christmas Day
Here’s the paradox:
We’re like presents all wrapped up
And we can’t wait for you to give us away
Acceptable face, all over the place
The lower you stoop, the less the disgrace
You use all your charms to sound the alarm
Have you got the legs to call us to arms
Like lambs to the slaughter
We paid for your daughters
We’re like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we’re all ready for Christmas Day
Here’s the paradox:
We’re like presents all wrapped up
And we can’t wait for you to give us away
Like the cut of your love
Like the cut that won’t heal up enough
We’re like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we’re all ready for Christmas Day
Here’s the paradox:
We’re like presents all wrapped up
And we can’t wait for you to give us away
We’re like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we’re all ready for Christmas Day
Here’s the paradox:
We’re like presents all wrapped up
And we can’t wait for you to give us away