Lyrics Future of the Left

Future of the Left

Yin / Post-Yin

Call me Anna [?]

A velociraptor

Excuse my manner

I’m having such a bad day

I woke this morning

With expectations

Of getting nothing

I’ve learnt to trust my instincts

The white man claims that he’s in love

Does anybody doubt him?

The white man claims that he’s in love

Does anybody doubt his words?

But those cans [?]

Are a curse

As they promise so much health [?]

And how far can you rise

On borrowed Sellotape

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause [?]

For the pterodactyl’s claws

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause [?]

For the pterodactyl

Oh yes it is

Call me Brutus

A brantosaurus

It’s just for Christmas

I’m going back to college

But why I’m just a

A massive lizard

I am not stupid

I understand how it works

The white man claims that he can fly

Does anybody doubt him?

The white man claims that he can fly

Does anybody doubt his words?

But those songs

They are real

But they do not play for you

So dance to them once

Then throw them to the wind

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause [?]

For the pterodactyl’s claws

But it’s on pause, it’s on pause [?]

For the pterodactyl

Good people know (good people know)

You take money (money)

And treasures (treasures)

And glamorous bones (glamorous bones)

Then throw them together

And see what we have left!

Yeah!

Good people know (good people know)

You take money (money)

And treasures (treasures)

And glamorous bones (glamorous bones)

Then throw them together

And see what we have left!

Yeah!

Good people know (good people know)

You take money (money)

And treasures (treasures)

And glamorous bones (glamorous bones)

Then throw them together

And see what we have left!