Scritlocks Door

Problem at hand at Scritlock's door
The issue on your airway
Because out in the world the beaty groups
And the market forces play...
No wishing, no arty, no grab-it-and-run
Will rid us of this disease
It lays down the law, the wills and the won'ts
And it fucks up liberty...

Oh, interest is kept and money is made
By changing the scenery
Oh, fashion is fab when the product
Is made without necessity...

The paper, the language, the idle reply
Weighs like the fattest ghosts
The myth and the cackle, the dull history
Of the groups you like the most...

And what will you do when the market shuts you up
And takes your above-boards airway?
The artists, the message, the all above words
They're dismal anyway...

Oh, faith comma hope comma charity, there must be harder than this, Because fashion is fab, when the product is made without necessi--