Kershaw Nik Roses Lyrics

Roses Lyrics

black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination
more fodder for the new
lost generation
i got a question to send you to the nearest closet
why
can't you let us do it like JONI does it
there you go again, giving it your
very best
trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest
and as your
factory sanctifies your wooden soul
you gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V.
rock 'n' roll
we're growing p
we're growing up
to radio musicola
i
got political inclinations to announce
but no way, if it doesn't scan with
your accounts
i got some spiritual ideology for you
i know it's gotta
correspond with the corporation view
we're growing up
we're growing
p
to radio musicola
you can find it in the streets
you can find it in
the elevators
you can find it where the ladies wash their hands
it
emanates from little
boxes on the wall and it'll
soon be coming in
disposable tin cans
my soul shows art to me, but dollars says my
radio
wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go
why tolerate
this numismatical polity?
there isn't any other way, there isn't any other
way, more's the pity
we're growing up
we're growing up
to radio
musicola