The Law of Asbestos
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โฑ๏ธ 8:32 duration
๐ ID: 935842
๐ Lyrics
Capital's pre-eminence made matter
Nailed to the high-rise, under the budgetary hammer
Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
Better that than tangled in austerity
Better ours than their children in poverty
Tide over the tampered-with, until it's their turn
A corner cut, a penny saved
Grenfell burns again and again and again!
There's worse than the pox for all these houses
The scaffolding holding the bread from their mouths
As it rouses the worker to sell themselves short
Both foundation and corner-stone
And entirely bereft of support
If I drink Tollen's reagent, will I finally shine inside?
And will I see myself as God sees me
If I pour it in my eyes?
Pour it in my eyes
All's silent but for the rain
Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
Some architect's great satire in prefabricated shit
The rot and the damp creeping in, every corner
A reflection of the presupposed sin of every presupposed hoarder
Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
If the game's afoot I'll gladly lose the leg
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers
For the simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
With full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers
For the simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Done with full intent
Nailed to the high-rise, under the budgetary hammer
Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
Better that than tangled in austerity
Better ours than their children in poverty
Tide over the tampered-with, until it's their turn
A corner cut, a penny saved
Grenfell burns again and again and again!
There's worse than the pox for all these houses
The scaffolding holding the bread from their mouths
As it rouses the worker to sell themselves short
Both foundation and corner-stone
And entirely bereft of support
If I drink Tollen's reagent, will I finally shine inside?
And will I see myself as God sees me
If I pour it in my eyes?
Pour it in my eyes
All's silent but for the rain
Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
Some architect's great satire in prefabricated shit
The rot and the damp creeping in, every corner
A reflection of the presupposed sin of every presupposed hoarder
Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
If the game's afoot I'll gladly lose the leg
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers
For the simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
With full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers
For the simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Done with full intent
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:52.00] Capital's pre-eminence made matter
[01:55.47] Nailed to the high-rise, under the budgetary hammer
[01:59.48] Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
[02:02.52] Better that than tangled in austerity
[02:06.47] Better ours than their children in poverty
[02:09.32]
[02:20.91] Tide over the tampered-with, until it's their turn
[02:27.76] A corner cut, a penny saved
[02:31.64] Grenfell burns again and again and again!
[02:35.78]
[02:42.35] There's worse than the pox for all these houses
[02:46.51]
[03:04.08] The scaffolding holding the bread from their mouths
[03:07.47] As it rouses the worker to sell themselves short
[03:11.94] Both foundation and corner-stone
[03:14.68] And entirely bereft of support
[03:19.07] If I drink Tollen's reagent, will I finally shine inside?
[03:25.59] And will I see myself as God sees me
[03:29.44] If I pour it in my eyes?
[03:32.33] Pour it in my eyes
[03:36.29]
[03:43.69] All's silent but for the rain
[03:46.97] Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
[03:50.89]
[04:13.32] And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
[04:17.27] Some architect's great satire in prefabricated shit
[04:26.83] The rot and the damp creeping in, every corner
[04:30.46] A reflection of the presupposed sin of every presupposed hoarder
[04:40.31] Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
[04:45.67] If the game's afoot I'll gladly lose the leg
[04:53.84] This is not a house of amateurs
[05:02.57] This is done with full intent
[05:06.72]
[05:48.36] Always three months to the gutter
[05:52.51] Never three months to the peak
[05:56.99] Another day to grind your fingers
[06:01.04] For the simple right to eat
[06:06.22] Always three months to the gutter
[06:10.57] Never three months to the crown
[06:14.72] Another deep breath of asbestos
[06:18.43] In a godforsaken town
[06:24.25] Always three months to the gutter
[06:28.63] Never three months to the top
[06:33.19] Another set of fucking homeless spikes
[06:36.90] Outside another empty shop
[06:42.20] Always three months to the gutter
[06:46.66] Never three months to ascent
[06:51.06] This is not a house of amateurs
[06:54.53] This is done with full intent
[06:57.64] With full intent
[07:00.01]
[07:35.14] Always three months to the gutter
[07:37.42] Never three months to the peak
[07:39.57] Another day to grind your fingers
[07:41.99] For the simple right to eat
[07:44.01] Always three months to the gutter
[07:46.25] Never three months to the crown
[07:48.51] Another deep breath of asbestos
[07:51.07] In a godforsaken town
[07:53.16] Always three months to the gutter
[07:55.47] Never three months to the top
[07:57.47] Another set of fucking homeless spikes
[08:00.03] Outside another empty shop
[08:02.70] Always three months to the gutter
[08:04.73] Never three months to ascent
[08:07.10] This is not a house of amateurs
[08:09.53] This is done with full intent
[08:14.83] Done with full intent
[08:17.85]
[01:55.47] Nailed to the high-rise, under the budgetary hammer
[01:59.48] Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
[02:02.52] Better that than tangled in austerity
[02:06.47] Better ours than their children in poverty
[02:09.32]
[02:20.91] Tide over the tampered-with, until it's their turn
[02:27.76] A corner cut, a penny saved
[02:31.64] Grenfell burns again and again and again!
[02:35.78]
[02:42.35] There's worse than the pox for all these houses
[02:46.51]
[03:04.08] The scaffolding holding the bread from their mouths
[03:07.47] As it rouses the worker to sell themselves short
[03:11.94] Both foundation and corner-stone
[03:14.68] And entirely bereft of support
[03:19.07] If I drink Tollen's reagent, will I finally shine inside?
[03:25.59] And will I see myself as God sees me
[03:29.44] If I pour it in my eyes?
[03:32.33] Pour it in my eyes
[03:36.29]
[03:43.69] All's silent but for the rain
[03:46.97] Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
[03:50.89]
[04:13.32] And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
[04:17.27] Some architect's great satire in prefabricated shit
[04:26.83] The rot and the damp creeping in, every corner
[04:30.46] A reflection of the presupposed sin of every presupposed hoarder
[04:40.31] Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
[04:45.67] If the game's afoot I'll gladly lose the leg
[04:53.84] This is not a house of amateurs
[05:02.57] This is done with full intent
[05:06.72]
[05:48.36] Always three months to the gutter
[05:52.51] Never three months to the peak
[05:56.99] Another day to grind your fingers
[06:01.04] For the simple right to eat
[06:06.22] Always three months to the gutter
[06:10.57] Never three months to the crown
[06:14.72] Another deep breath of asbestos
[06:18.43] In a godforsaken town
[06:24.25] Always three months to the gutter
[06:28.63] Never three months to the top
[06:33.19] Another set of fucking homeless spikes
[06:36.90] Outside another empty shop
[06:42.20] Always three months to the gutter
[06:46.66] Never three months to ascent
[06:51.06] This is not a house of amateurs
[06:54.53] This is done with full intent
[06:57.64] With full intent
[07:00.01]
[07:35.14] Always three months to the gutter
[07:37.42] Never three months to the peak
[07:39.57] Another day to grind your fingers
[07:41.99] For the simple right to eat
[07:44.01] Always three months to the gutter
[07:46.25] Never three months to the crown
[07:48.51] Another deep breath of asbestos
[07:51.07] In a godforsaken town
[07:53.16] Always three months to the gutter
[07:55.47] Never three months to the top
[07:57.47] Another set of fucking homeless spikes
[08:00.03] Outside another empty shop
[08:02.70] Always three months to the gutter
[08:04.73] Never three months to ascent
[08:07.10] This is not a house of amateurs
[08:09.53] This is done with full intent
[08:14.83] Done with full intent
[08:17.85]