The Overload Lyrics by Yard Act
I’m shaking up my eight ball ’cause I’m trying to see
What tomorrow’s world has got in store for me
Yeah, freedom don’t come cheap
I’m bartering hard with no room to give
Living my life as if my head ain’t a complete sieve
Hold your horses, bandage up its bloodied knees
Poor thing’s been exhausted since ’83
But from the causeway it’s hard to see the full extent of the damage
You couldn’t see the woods for the trees
Fuck me, how am I supposed to cope?
In the age of the gentrified savage there’s no hope
Kids these days, they think they’ve been hard done by
But they’ve never even looked at an iron lung like I did once
They’ve got the whole thing wrong, just bumbling along
On the bottom rung, sucking each other off and huffing designer bongs
It’s a constant hit, it’s not worth what your paying for it
In my day, the gear on the street was so weak
It could eat your ambition in a matter of weeks
Just trying to envision the peak, and that’s bleak
And that’s bleak
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won’t repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won’t repent
How to remain in dissonance
Now then, look here, what you need to understand is
If you wanna make some decent money from it
You’d be better off kicking that dickhead singer you’ve got in out the band
And getting yourself a gig down The Grand
I know the landlord, Fat Andy
And I’d bet he’d be up for giving you a leg up if you just give him a hand
Just don’t be doing originals
Play the standards and don’t get political
I know what that dickhead singer’s like
He’ll end up in the back of an ambulance
With the mic stand rammed up his arse twice over
All ’cause he couldn’t ignore the flag and be polite
Show some respect and listen to my advice
‘Cause if you don’t challenge me on anything
You’ll find I’m actually very nice
Are you listening?
I’m actually very fucking nice
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won’t repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won’t repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won’t repent
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance