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play what you can afford - christian le surf lyrics

my neighbour speaks in stats
he’s carving out his back into the scene of the crime
a retired industry, made of people * fakes and phonies
that are telling me what i need to follow suit
like a lemming towards paradise

so play what you can afford
play what you can afford
but there’s no use in talking
when i can’t play what i can afford

and stop!
suddenly he’s a businessman in a stupid suit and tie
surrounded by others of his kind * some so called professionals
(“it is logical…”)

they’re sat round a table
talking facts, talking stats
they can’t put the knife in my back
telling me all thе things that i lack
i can play what i can afford, thank you very much

so what’s the game? what’s thе deal today?
there’s nothing saving me from putting my name down on a form towards a business
made out of h0m*phobes and racists and hypocrites and nonces
with backhanded s*xual favours in the underbellied pop format
so i can’t play what i can afford
you can’t play what you can afford
and there’s no use in shouting
when i can’t play what i can afford

you can’t play what you can afford
you can’t play what you can afford
and there’s no use in screaming
when i can’t play what i can afford
(the system’s rigged)

i’ve got the industry by the throat
i’ve got the boss’s head on a plate upon my table
in a pattern of one, a pattern of two, a pattern of four, a pattern of eight
a pattern of sixteen people slouched across the desk
in perfect suits and ties
throwing punches just to counteract my knives
with the happy human beings now just robbed away of their rights
while head honchos and big business men, no, they can’t sleep at night!

cos i can’t play what i can afford
i can’t play what i can afford
but there’s no use in shouting
there’s no use in talking
there’s no use in screaming
when i can’t play what i can afford
(“bright lights! colours…!”)
(“trespassers will be executed.”)

support your local heartaches
and play what you can afford
run riots across the rooftops
and play what you can afford
makes specs to suit your arrogance
and play what you can afford
make money born out of fraud
and play what you can afford

rewrite your own dialect
and play what you can afford
break your body to make ends meet
and play what you can afford
sign your name to keep us safe
and play what you can afford
i only work in pop progression!
and play what you can afford
(“hopeless!”)

well i can’t play what i can afford
and nor can you

(“which one is real? all you have to do is ask a question.”)
like a hooligan! send it!
like a hooligan! send it!
like a football hooligan! send it, send it!
like a football hooligan! you send it, send it, send it!
(“this is not what i sent you for…!”)

- christian le surf lyrics

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