CABLE GUY
Dead heads in livid lead
Marching through your life
Ad Queens like living dreams
Waving a carving knife
Soldier boys with lethal toys
Going off to war
Flags and bags and teary eyes
They won’t be home no more

You gotta be a patriot
You gotta lock and load
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Do what you’ve been you’re told, yeah
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told

Bugging phones living drones
Break in to your place
Secret mics on kiddies’ trikes
Men hear with no face
The ones in black they stand at the back
Shadows nothing more
Each time you strike a keyboard
They’re marking up the score

You gotta be a patriot
You gotta lock and load
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Do what you’ve been you’re told, yeah
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told

Nursery rhymes in better times
Wound their wonder tight
Now the young their songs are sung
About how to kill and fight
Faceless corporations
Feed endless credit choice
Entice you in the “Debt Set”
Before you’ve got a voice

You gotta be a patriot
You gotta lock and load
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Do what you’ve been you’re told, yeah
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told

You gotta be a patriot
You gotta lock and load
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Do what you’ve been you’re told, yeah
Do what you’ve been you’re told
Invade the heathens’ bitter lands
Do what you’ve been you’re told

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) 2009 The Dark Brothers.

Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by George Davies/Peter Greatorex