Enter Shikari - The Paddington Frisk Lyrics
To be strung up on a leafless tree,Where everything dies and nothing growsHanging like moulding fruitOne last dance whilst you decomposeOn come the paddington spectaclesA black plague over all I admiredA vegetable breakfast, a hearty chokeSeems like the whole world conspiredBut there stood a manHe was cut up, distraught and coldBut amongst the wreckage of his ribcageHis heart still thudded as he saidI regard myself as a soldierThough a soldier of peaceI know the value of discipline and truthI must ask you to believe me when I say…No matter if it all backfires kidNo matter if it all goes wrongWe just gotta get ourselves togetherWe've sat still for far too longNow this ain't over yetAs far as I can see…We've only just begun