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