"Brain Scrub Serenade" genre: Leftfield
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	CD: An Anarchist's Knack for Anachronism
	Lyrics When I first came to this world, they took the touchiest part of me Cut it from my sex and burned it up like some debris. Then they tried to placate me for years with “fiddlededees”. They might as well have put nails in my eyes to help me to see. They made their point clear – How could you expect To set the world on fire When you can’t even burn your house down? I’m going to burn my house down And yours, too. When I’d put away some years, they took the touchiest part of me Since I had been lessened by their brutish surgery. They set me on the path to Orwellian culpability With hot dogs and homework and team sports and colour TV. They made their point clear – How could you expect To set the world on fire When you can’t even burn your house down? I’m going to burn my house down And yours, too. It’s all coming clear to me now Breathing like a cow down a neck that I never paid attention to ‘til now; They I understand They are us is them Willingly impotent Affably lobotomized I’m going to burn my house down.

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