Oh, you could chat me into a coma
You say the same things over and over
What you spout bores me to death
Under arrest for oxygen theft
I don't care if you're well-versed
All your bollocks is rehearsed
Who cares if you know the tune
To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"
To Brecht's "Solidarity-

You've think you've got the great solution
You're gonna start the revolution
Turn the world upside down
Oh, I wish I could turn you down
You'll play the god in your own myth
You crave the taste of your own piss
Love the sound of your own voice
Squandered all the good night's joy

All the night's joy
All the night's joy

Like a fingernail against chalkboard, you're unbearable
Like the threat of a nuclear war, you give me headaches
Oh, when I'm sat on the end of a sofa
And you're there chatting me into a coma
There's some artist to my left
On my right, a stoner bereft
And adjacent sit a bickering couple
In the garden I hear some trouble
In a frame sits Dorian Gray
For a little bit of mise en scene

Little bit of miss en scene
Little bit of miss en scene

Like Dulce et Decorum est, you're drenched in irony
What a pity mate, what a pity

Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?

Oh, you could chat me into a coma
You say the same things over and over
What you spout bores me to death
Under arrest for oxygen theft
I don't care if you're well-versed
All your bollocks is rehearsed
Who cares if you know the tune
To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"
To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"
To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"
To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"
To Brecht's "Solidarity-