[Verse 1]
Vintage aromas and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters

[Chorus]
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

[Verse 2]
Hospital closures kill more than car bombs ever will
But it saves money because people are expendable
You cold shoulder insurgents yet love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs because it makes governing easier

[Chorus]
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Sell out the past and learn to obey
You spit out and douse a Molotov cocktail

[Verse 3]
Revolution soon dies, sold out for a pay rise
China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
[Chorus]
England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads is silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat