Hallelujah from Nondivision by Rob Miles

You used to say you were a rolling stone
But take a look at yourself, you’re covered in moss
You like to think that you’re a rebel, ready to fight for your cause
But when you’re asked to articulate it you just sound cross

You looked for answers and you found contradictions
So you picked the ones you find easiest to explain
Now you think you know it all, you want to be the driver
Telling us that you can steer the train

You say you’re ambitious but you’re just greedy
You talk about leadership but you mean control
You know all too well people are needy
Everybody feeds a hungry hole
We get the fever, we get the fire, the howling of desire
You can’t will it, you can’t own it
You can’t distill it or postpone it
Yeah I see you, I’ve heard you yell it
But you’re in business, you’re trying to sell it
I don’t trust you, I see right through you
And I have heard enough of your hallelujah

You’re advertising the individual
Exalting at the altar of efficiency
Photoshopping out the ball and chain around the ankles
Providing cushions ton keep us comfy on our knees

You’re printing postcards of your iconoclastic practice
You’re acting like a princess but you’re a frog
On my way to work I see you nearly every morning
Walking through the park with a different dog

You say you’re ambitious but you’re just greedy
You talk about leadership but you mean control
You know all too well people are needy
Everybody feeds a hungry hole
We get the fever, we get the fire, the howling of desire
You can’t will it, you can’t own it
You can’t distill it or postpone it
And yeah I see you, I’ve heard you yell it
But you’re in business, you’re trying to sell it
I don’t trust you, I see right through you
And I have heard enough of your hallelujah

Your confidence and charm conceals the trace of your destruction
The harm you cause continues in your tactics of seduction
Where you get somebody drunk enough to think they’re doing just what they please
At which point you fuck them and leave them limping with disease
You’re singing:

Be my woman, girl, I’ll be your man
Be my Barbie, baby, I’ll be your Desperate Dan
Be my bread and butter, I’ll be your jam
Be my inbox, I’ll be your spam
Be my flat tyre, I’ll be your pump
Be my diagnosis, I’ll be your lump
Be my disappointment, I’ll be your dad
Be my starving nation, I’ll be your TV ad
Be my education, I’ll be your loan
Be my intellectual, I’ll be your moan
Be my people, people, I’ll be your plan
Be my paying public, give in to the man
Hallelujah!

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