Directions

I got a letter from the Government, a generic thing everyone got sent
Saying the money for PPE's been spent

Hanging around in a two floor shack
As the regime continued ignoring the fact
That the hospitalised are not coming back

As the right-wing keep dreaming
About an autocratic dystopia
I'm standing still until I get some directions
And an answer to the questions burning deep inside of me
Doesn′t anyone round here have some directions?

"Can you smell bacon?" "What's that sound?"
It's their little fat lеgs all spinning around
Back-pedal at the speed that the liеs are found

The fear grows in his elite shaped gut
An expensive suit and a cheap haircut
And a mouth that he never learned how to shut

As the right-wing keep dreaming
About an autocratic dystopia
I′m standing still until I get some directions
And an answer to the questions burning deep inside of me
I′m staying free until I see some directions
Directions
Directions
Directions

As the right-wing keep dreaming
About an autocratic dystopia
I'm standing still until I get some directions
A relief for the indigestion burning deep inside my gut
I′m staying put until I get some directions