Sounds Of Swami - Briefcase Of Ignorance lyrics

Hey man, let's hear it Your marks out of ten As you disregard heart and all that we represent Now you go for broke Choke down on your enemies ash Blow the smoke To cloud over your enemies The view from our window is all green, lit by the sun How bitter does your foot taste as your rub chin? Engage the stare You fold from cutting edges to an origami swan You dwell in halcyon days for the pocket line You just don't care Go for broke Choke down on your enemies ash Blow the smoke To cloud over your enemies Step out from the band room, now count every town ahead You stay put like a mushroom whilst we're out and about and you're still there Rooted into K-town with only the Queens head for a friend You sing only to your tune, it's a solo piece that no-one hears Now you're broke No glue, no friend, no turn around Your head and heart is forever locked inside of your briefcase