I could never keep a beat

Too busy in my paradise

Put a crocodile in high office

And something out of place inside



When all is said and all is done

My hands that work with a fire and steel



Fashion play your part

To be workers of red

Fashion play your part

To be workers



While all the time you dance around

And things get fucked and we're to blame

And i couldn't think political blue



When all is said and all is done

My hands that work with a fire and steel



Fashion play your part

To be workers of red

Fashion play your part

To be workers



When all is said and all is done

My hands that work with a fire and steel

And motionless we'll slip away

Images are my thoughts too real