That's What She Said — The Automatic: текст песни

Pack up your accents Pack up your batteries Now go marching Back to the factory A bunch of dresses Down to the mattress Car park asphalt tastes good, actually

Is anyone thinking anything at all?

Is anyone thinking anything?

I know I had Something to say It lost a meaning and it faded away

Woaaah!

So punk is dead And this is so new Your revolution Cooked up in a boardroom I like the message On your t-shirt I don't know what it means But the colors really work

Pack up your accents Pack up your batteries Now go marching Back to the factory A bunch of drugs sent Down to the mattress Car park asphalt tastes good, actually

Is anyone thinking anything at all?

Is anyone thinking anything?

I know I had Something to say It lost a meaning and it faded away