Cold War Bop

Well, I saw this thing that my nephew posted on Facebook It said “Scientists prove your life flashes before your eyes before you die” I ain’t slept since I saw that on Facebook I don’t think I can stand the disappointment a second time I’ve been looking for someone to praise me (I’ve been looking for someone to praise me) I’ve been looking for a vivid scene (I’ve been looking for a vivid scene) I’ve been lying awake as my bones ache And my heart’s off rhythm The doctors don’t know what it means It means I’m livin’ in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Pushing the pram around the Cold War shops And oh, I believe That we’re living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Tune in the car stereo to Cold War bops And oh, I believe I’ve been working down corridors checking the doors, babe Starting to think they might have all been locked tight For this whole time Can’t imagine how I ever loved the winter So serve me something cruel with a twist of lime I’ve been looking for someone to praise me (I’ve been looking for someone to praise me) I’ve been concerned about the use of screens (I’ve been concerned about the use of screens) I’ve been begging on the streets for approval Of my cynicism I’ve been wearing stone-washed jeans And I’ve been living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Going to nature, calling the cops to say Oh, I believe That we’re living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Tune in the car stereo, the Cold War bop And oh, I wanna believe The synthesiser goes (Oh, oh oh) (Oh, oh oh) I’ve been nicking Ivermectin (I’ve been nicking Ivermectin) I’ve been telling strangers how I feel (Been telling strangers how I feel) I’m getting baptised in the filthy water And I’ll be born back better I’m putting my shoulder to the wheel Living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Rewatching Cold War episodes of Top of the Pops And oh (oh), I believe Living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Drop in the Beatles, some Cold War bops And oh (oh), I believe That I’m living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped (Rewatching Cold War episodes of Top of the Pops) (And oh) Oh, I believe That I’m living in the wreckage of the bombs they never dropped Tune in the car stereo, the Cold War bop And oh (oh), I believe