I Dream Guillotine
My jaded visions of a
Jaded city broken
By a jaded wealthy jettison
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine
Put your children in a choke-hold
Put the poor in a choke-hold
There's no such thing as a broken home
There's no such thing as a broken home
Tell that to the front line
The bread line, the welfare line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line
I dream
Guillotine
Don't tell me where we'll end
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead
My bastard visions of a
Bastard city broken
By a bastard wealthy jettison
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine
Put the children in a choke-hold
Put the poor in a choke-hold
There's no such thing as a broken home
There's no such thing as a broken home
Tell that to the front line
The bread line, the welfare line
The lottery line
The lottery line
The lottery line
The lottery line
I dream
Guillotine
Don't tell me we're well fed
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard the cocaine ghost train
All aboard the cocaine ghost train
All aboard the cocaine ghost train
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine
I dream
Guillotine
Don't tell me we're well fed
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead
Writer/s: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
