Tact Is Dead Lyrics
| Song | Tact Is Dead |
| Artist | Tellison |
| Album | New Moons: Vol. IV |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tellison | |
| 作曲 : Tellison | |
| On the day I graduated | |
| I passed out on the floor | |
| You mean there's more? | |
| I've done everything you said | |
| I don't want to intern | |
| It turned out meritocracy | |
| Was a lie | |
| As a philosophy it don't work | |
| They just told us that | |
| To keep us in school | |
| You bet your drilled back teeth | |
| I was looking at you | |
| Picking fights on the tube | |
| Cos you're feeling so blue | |
| It's not just the scars you can see | |
| It's the scars on the inside | |
| Inside of me | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn't mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I'm often unhappy | |
| I've got a little dark room | |
| At the back of the house | |
| I've been saving my pay | |
| But it's wearing me down | |
| And I can't afford anything | |
| Increasingly I opt out of everything | |
| I've had a million jobs | |
| I'll have a million more | |
| Wish I was successful | |
| But I sleep on the floor | |
| Work all my life | |
| For family | |
| So that my kids | |
| Could be like me | |
| The indignity, the humanity | |
| Oh the horror the horror ah Bartleby | |
| Throw me into a tube train | |
| Pay me the minimum wage | |
| So I will never earn more than my parents | |
| I'd prefer it not to be this way but | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn't mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I'm often unhappy | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You've got the look | |
| Of a man I'd like to be | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You've got the look | |
| Of a man… of a real man | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn't mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I'm often unhappy |
| zuo ci : Tellison | |
| zuo qu : Tellison | |
| On the day I graduated | |
| I passed out on the floor | |
| You mean there' s more? | |
| I' ve done everything you said | |
| I don' t want to intern | |
| It turned out meritocracy | |
| Was a lie | |
| As a philosophy it don' t work | |
| They just told us that | |
| To keep us in school | |
| You bet your drilled back teeth | |
| I was looking at you | |
| Picking fights on the tube | |
| Cos you' re feeling so blue | |
| It' s not just the scars you can see | |
| It' s the scars on the inside | |
| Inside of me | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy | |
| I' ve got a little dark room | |
| At the back of the house | |
| I' ve been saving my pay | |
| But it' s wearing me down | |
| And I can' t afford anything | |
| Increasingly I opt out of everything | |
| I' ve had a million jobs | |
| I' ll have a million more | |
| Wish I was successful | |
| But I sleep on the floor | |
| Work all my life | |
| For family | |
| So that my kids | |
| Could be like me | |
| The indignity, the humanity | |
| Oh the horror the horror ah Bartleby | |
| Throw me into a tube train | |
| Pay me the minimum wage | |
| So I will never earn more than my parents | |
| I' d prefer it not to be this way but | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You' ve got the look | |
| Of a man I' d like to be | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You' ve got the look | |
| Of a man of a real man | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy |
| zuò cí : Tellison | |
| zuò qǔ : Tellison | |
| On the day I graduated | |
| I passed out on the floor | |
| You mean there' s more? | |
| I' ve done everything you said | |
| I don' t want to intern | |
| It turned out meritocracy | |
| Was a lie | |
| As a philosophy it don' t work | |
| They just told us that | |
| To keep us in school | |
| You bet your drilled back teeth | |
| I was looking at you | |
| Picking fights on the tube | |
| Cos you' re feeling so blue | |
| It' s not just the scars you can see | |
| It' s the scars on the inside | |
| Inside of me | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy | |
| I' ve got a little dark room | |
| At the back of the house | |
| I' ve been saving my pay | |
| But it' s wearing me down | |
| And I can' t afford anything | |
| Increasingly I opt out of everything | |
| I' ve had a million jobs | |
| I' ll have a million more | |
| Wish I was successful | |
| But I sleep on the floor | |
| Work all my life | |
| For family | |
| So that my kids | |
| Could be like me | |
| The indignity, the humanity | |
| Oh the horror the horror ah Bartleby | |
| Throw me into a tube train | |
| Pay me the minimum wage | |
| So I will never earn more than my parents | |
| I' d prefer it not to be this way but | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You' ve got the look | |
| Of a man I' d like to be | |
| Hidem Brook | |
| You' ve got the look | |
| Of a man of a real man | |
| My generation | |
| Doesn' t mean that much to me | |
| And this Golden Age thinking | |
| Means I' m often unhappy |
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