T.C.A.

T.C.A.

you're in a bad mood
and look out
they come along
they ever come along
oh, not again
but it's on every page
the caps are everywhere
please, kick them off the stage

but they don't stop
and flooding your ears
with slapsticking shit
and you have to hear
yeah you have to hear
with the fist in your head
that goes to the crowd in your mind
and you have to bear
all the new empty faces
oh,if you could spit from behind

they come along
you hate that smile
they come along
you shake that smile

you're in a bad mood
and look out
they come along
they ever come along
oh, not again
but it's on every page
the caps in all your screens
please, kick them off the stage

they come along
you hate that smile
they come along
you shake that smile