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