מילים לשיר Staying Fat – Bloc Party

I rely on (bitter cold)
A pair of trainers (I've got mine)
I depend on (artic snow) Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours)
I insist on (arctic snow)
I exist on (apropos)
Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)
A change of clothing (will fill the void) The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
You gotta spin the fucking treadle. I rely on (bitter cold)
The streets grid alone from the door
The manmade fibres (I've got mine)
I depend on (arctic snow)
I decide on (apropos)
That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours) I retreat from (arctic snow)
For a new world order (will suck you in)
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The dregs of discourse (will fill the void) You gotta spin the fucking treadle.
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
In a pile of days between no oceans
All the kids are rioting
There's no art in a broken head
All the kids are staying fat Check the body for valuables
And I'm airIt's called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
It's called progress
If they want to kill themselves
Then buy them the gowns It's called progress
Progress.