Lyrics Spit On It - The Icarus Line

Spit On It

This is a list in no particular order of the things that can keep a man stuck
inside
The fear of outside, the cannibal clerks that make mistakes only to blame
themselves on you
Grease in the palms of giant companies that should be building bombs
Fastback frills that curdle over weeks
Give me the chills
Prevent awareness!
This sucks
Prevent awareness!
Lost advice generously spilling from the mouths of decrepit casualties
Who save their souls from forces that breed control
It wasn’t always this way
Industry slaves catch the wave that kills art for pay
I’m gonna feed you your children and eat from your bowl
Sorely sought sounds more like poorly taught
Prevent awareness!
This sucks
Prevent awareness!
Weather and feather
Ignored and vilified
This ain’t no list
There ain’t no order
Keep your head stuck inside
Your fear of outside
You’re stuck on inside
You suck on inside
Let’s go out