Sometimes it feels like war
And we’re here to score
It’s the same old game
We play it every day

From screaming girls
In the hands of King Kong
To the dirty words
Of a number one song

We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting function with fiction
Yeah

Mickey Mouse masks out of plastic bags
Colours so bright in the doomy night
You got your makeshift flag, out of fuchsia rags
Got your makeshift stories
Cut and pasted, D.C. comics

We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting function with fiction
And we’re forwards going backwards
And we’re good guys gone back
Turing A.D. into B.C. like that
Like that

Blitzkrieg paintings on the wall
Lascaux Cave, ten stories tall
Ready made birds chirping ready made songs
[?], whatever turns you on

Sometimes it feels like war
And we’re here to score
It’s the same old game
We play it every day

From screaming girls
In the hands of King Kong
To the dirty words
Of a number one song

We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
We’re fighting fiction with fiction
Yeah
And we’re forwards going backwards
And we’re good guys gone back
Turing A.D. into B.C. like that
Like that

Like that

We’re fighting fiction with fiction

Fiction
Fiction
Fiction

Fiction
Fiction
Fiction