Need to Know

Forgive me Father for I have sinned
I ain't religious but I've got faith in my friends
And they're all sending it every fuckin' weekend

Fuck what the other one said
Fuck what the government says
I'm gon' wake up in my bed
I'm gon' stop feeling so dead
Toastin' my bread
Covered in butter and butter and butter and butter and marmite
I'm watchin' the telly
This uttering, spluttering nutter who's running our country is all shite, alright
You can love it or hate it (I hate it)
When they lie to your face (Why you lying?)
And cover it up
And it leaves a bad taste
Top of the food chain, unanimous vote
Watch how the mood change when the planet is broke
Animals manage to handle it
We all just wanna dismantle it
Candlelit dinner for two and I'm looking at you
But I'm talking the apple, the Ad of it
Fuck it, I'll tell you this Eve
Just wanna breathe, just wanna leave
Wanna punch everyone lying through teeth
Best believe that the feelings won't go

They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know)
I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show
Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go)
I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go
Chin up, wave goodbye
Sit up, forget the lies
Get drunk, now's the time
Now's the time for feelings and to really let go

Catch me just sitting at home
Sat in the zone
Original nutter like UK Apache
Like Itchy and Scratchy alone
Anakin, panicking, end of attack of the clones
Rackin' my brain for a couple of answers
Country is run by a couple of chancers
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Somebody give me a hug
Red box, blue box, who?
Who you gonna give a chance, who votes who?
What's the point in ticking one if you don't too?
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Looking at what's here in front of me (Front of me)
The good and the bad and the ugly (Ugly)
Say your goodbyes to economy (Goodbye)
Money for nothing but novelty policies, honestly

They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know)
I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show
Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go)
I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go
Chin up, wave goodbye
Sit up, forget the lies
Get drunk, now's the time
Now's the time for feelings and to really let go

Uh, I'm thinking it's done (I'm thinking it's done)
I don't think that I'll miss you (Nah)
I remember a time [?] protected but that ain't the issue (That ain't the issue)
And it's all in the past (All in the past)
I'm tryna consider the future
I ook in the eyes of my nieces
And now more than ever, my choices are crucial (Crucial)
And I'm done with pretending (Done with pretending)
Don't care if you're clocking us (Nah)
Your actions are ominous
All of us, sick of believing your promises
You've never been one with us (We Christopher Wallace's)
You're moving like David but in your offices (We're feeling a shift)
The tables are turning, it's giving us confidence

They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know)
I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show
Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go)
I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go

Who's the person behind the mask?
Do we even need to ask?
'Cause right now, it's a fight now
There's a man behind the farce
On both sides of the pond
Hair of blonde, voices of stupidity
It's almost perfect symmetry
You better wave that wand
Here's the bumbling fools they tell us are our leaders
Hiding behind the face of a clown
The sad face behind the laugh
When clearly he's not up to the task
We're looking for greener grass
Greener pastures, our mouths aware of these
Mass-produced linen plasters
Young ones watch loved ones die
Some shit we never asked for
Sat in the ambulance, revel in the ambience
Whilst they blame the Orient
Defamatory laboratories, whatever sells the biggest story
Fake news, we sing the blues
The blue of the NHS logo shines true
Constant uphill struggle, Sam and Frodo
From Soho, New York to London, Soho
Changing times, hate crimes shake the system
Fate will decide, late to the prize
Was trapped in iso
Too much pasta, too much rice though
Sick get sicker, old get colder
Top of the pile versus back of the folder
[?] soldier, civilian or solider
You carry me, I'll carry you
We'll run from that boulder
Throw anything at us, we'll face it, I don't care
Even when they tell us the only truth on a need to know basis
'Cause the virus ain't racist or a bigot or a sexist
The virus is the leader who ain't showing us the exit, shh