You feel the sting in another

Long line of terrible schemes

It's a whisper of the next

Thing that you can't see

If you're swooning at the top

Looking down

You've got another thing coming

Hold out

Hold out

For the next big scam

Somewhere between your morning brew

And a brick to the back of the head

Are all the things that you'd

Like to do now

That your dreaming's dead

It's sink or swim

In your choice of abyss

Is it this one or the next

One or the next one?

If you're gonna jump

There's no point in running

Hold out

Hold out

For the next big scam

The violence of a row

Of crisp blue shirts in a tube

Flanking each periphery

It's cleaning day

And the sun's gonna

Come up half toasted

Drooping in the knotted

Brow of this town

Something's come unstuck

And it's rattling around

A resounding fuck you

To the silence that I've found

Don't worry just wrap

It in a magazine

The broken bits won't find

Their way between

The broken bits won't find

Their way between

What do I say to politely

Decline at the end of a spear?

I've been working for a long

Time to distill my fear

I see you watch your line go up

There swaddled in your best flair

Looking like

You're destined for somewhere

Well you've got another thing coming

Hold out

Hold out

For the next big scam