LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

The times are a’changing but it won’t do much good when they’ve come for everyone but you
Compliments have barbs in, swipe away your tears, words can only do harm now
Every first glance is second guessed, every bright smile extinguished for fear of offence
Damned if you do or you won’t

Logic surrendered ten hypocrisies back and it’s not worth being shot to look over the parapet
Every Maginot line in the sand is a frontal assault and there’s no way round this one We’re doomed to an era of diminished returns, suppressing creation and stifling humour
With the lights on, it’s less dangerous

Break up the band, lads, it’s going to get chronic so sell off the amps and cancel the tour
Every chorus could get you cancelled or worse; every bridge has a troll just waiting to pounce
Unquit the day jobs and dust off the ties that bind us to suited and booted safety in numbers
We’ve picked out our final chords

Sit on the fence and you can’t cause offence, but you will offend both sides by not taking theirs
There’s surrender in numbers across all the frontlines, a culture war lost before we set fair