Mr.Officer

Nobody needs to tell
No sign of taste, no fear, no smell
A sort of clash
You won’t expect in slow-mo
No show, no flow, you know
You’re acting like a slow-poke
Got it obsolete
Just break it to the beat
Can’t give the folks a lead
Somebody call me, please
Uphold obscenity
It’s on your telly screen
And god will save the queen
Just give me what I need
Speed up till the automatic pilot will take control
Bang your head!
They say it’s crashing your career
Without a clue I got in here
Is this a place i come across some old bloke
No hope, no slope
Got a standing like a bold oak
No credibility
For some specific need
This is how it’s meant to be
So you’re nice to me
Hey mr. officer
I got an upper seat
Please mr. officer
Just give me what i need
Speed up till the automatic pilot will take control
Bang your head