Occasional Music

This is a song I wrote and play sometimes. Sharing for no particular reason today.

Bring Out Your Dead

You say you want a revolution
You say you want someone to pay
You say you want a grand solution
You say you’ve got a lot to say

I’ve seen you with your head in the papers
I’ve seen you staring straight at the sun
I’ve seen headlines that would give you the vapours
But I ain’t seen you having fun

Bring out your dead
Let’s go on the lash
Don’t fuss your head
We can dance on the ash

You couldn’t keep the wolf from the doorway
Left your fridge a grim half-eaten mess
As long as you can have it your way
You couldn’t care any less

Bring out your dead
Let’s go on the lash
Don’t fuss your head
We can dance on the ash
Everyone’s singing down with the fash

It feels so good to take back the power
Yeah, it feels so good to take back control
They’re calling for you in the tower
Soon you’re gonna be on a roll

Bring out your dead
Let’s go on the lash
Don’t fuss your head
We can dance on the ash
Everyone’s getting down with the fash
But we can go out on the lash
And we can dance on the ash
We’ll dance on the ash
We can dance on the ash