2024.05.17.
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Panic
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
They don't need workers, they need fighters
So that panic can kill even when they're firing blanks
Money buys everything, the media are like strontium
They irradiate you with hypnosis while freedom is in a bottle
A bottle and freedom, but bread and water for the majority
Pissed off with unwanted journalists, they fax from the boat
Put iodine on your wounds, distribute bans
Feed the fish, be disobedient at funerals
Friend! Give them campaigns
Let the lying start, let the painting start
Rape and billboards at every turn
When they hear me at meetings I want them to freeze out of fear
Give them beans, firstly because they're bursting with goodness
Learn history, that's important because it often repeats itself
A generation born anew, but barely learns the foundations
When they cut freedom, they cut her alive
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
Panic grows and so does anxiety
A bat to the head, no, that's not symbiosis
The majority needs work, not media anaesthesia
Look after your soul, cirrhosis of the soul reigns
The examinations are close, blue envelopes are ready
Welcome to the age of lower professional qualifications
It'll be great for criminals, but fucked for women
Panic turns a nation into a localised tribe
It's panic, there's no concentration or peace
When the shooting starts, no one knows what they're aiming at
When the talking starts, no one knows what they're getting into
It's panic, the seasons are bursting ulcers
People are popping like popcorn, and praying weakly
They pray for murder enough, but they don't love themselves at all
They want violence, badges, lighters, or maybe you want joy
Whatever you're playing, they're waiting for the volley, panic
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
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