ترانه:
Ted Leo The Pharmacists Brutalist Bricks

The industry's out of touch The means of production are now in the hands of the workers But I still want to be guided by your expert hands Oh, lay your

Well, didn't you look sharp with your boots When you met me on the path? Oh From two tone to Downtown Beirut But only halfway back, oh Stealing bits

Woke up today, got on my way Heard someone say Oh, we're living in the last days And being alone, I naturally thought of you There's torture and rain

When the cafe doors exploded, I reacted too Reacted to you Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to Papers

Well, we all got a job to do And we all hate God But we all got a job to do We're gonna do it together We're gonna do it together We are born of despair

was my brain? Modern agriculture gave me a thrill Until I saw the things it brutally killed The modern architecture gave me a kick Until I lived among the brutalist bricks