Nostalgic Pushead

Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore





I am the raping sunglass gaze

Of sweating man and escort agencies

60's alienation the anthem of care

Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids



Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god



They dig the new scene and their parties

Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity

Vicarious thrills re-run their youth-

We follow we have no voice the dead

Radio nostalgia is radio death

I wanna cover diamonds on my wife hardrock nostalgia the stones on c.d.

Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysed



Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god



So cool the new sound of the decade

Thinks it's so fresh not a post elvis still

All taste is nothing-old pictures blow dried

Rebellion it always sells at a profit

I am a face of fashion in soho square

My tie is paul smith or gaultier

My cheeks blood red as my favourite port

But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay



Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Some god




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