Give the gear a shift n get the grifting goin’/How can we improve the moves on slowcoach Joan/The lights are on but like Yvonne there’s no one home/A gleam from the machine, a shining slab of chrome
Staff can moan and mutter as they clutter round/Spaffing blood that splutters to the guttered ground/I’m not splashing money round making machinery sound/I’m laughing cuz the mechanism cost ten pound
Ten espressos downed from the flask/Gluing the string and doing the tasks/It's a pretty tall order and a fucking big ask/It’s a memorable year for the makers of masks/Sanitiser by the cask/What did you do during Covid grandson asks/In the glory we shall bask/We
manufactured a lot of masks
Crossing over borders to get orders met/Speeding does afford us to do four more yet/How many pounds and pennies can a company get/Polyester cotton we’ve a lot on pet
Bloody hell the stock we sell is some surprise/Once bodies fell our clientele increased in size/Our staff excelled and then they swelled like pill-head eyes/It’s just as well our personnel aren't unionised
The Australian experimental duo's sprawling and nearly hour-long seventh record is filled with synths, strings, and samples. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2024