Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks

When the smaller picture is the same as the bigger picture You know that you're fucked When you're trading paper cuts for splinters You're out of luck Like sharks don't sleep And I don't take my eyes off you The architecture's shit And my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised And it hits as hard as a blow to the head Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (Trading paper cuts for splinters) And sweet dreams sweet cheeks Oh tomorrow oh tomorrow oh tomorrow All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over (We've paid off the judges and we're taking advantage) And the building's ornate but it's lacking in soul and character (Pleading our defense in binary and smiley apology montage) We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits (Like dignity is equal to desperation and self-effacement) Playing feedback over tan oi systems you look desperate, you look pathetic (We're holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement) And it hits as hard as a blow to the head Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (Trading paper cuts for splinters) It hits as hard as a blow to the head Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (Sweet dreams sweet cheeks oh tomorrow oh tomorrow) It hits as hard as a blow to the head Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (Trading paper cuts for splinters) And sweet dreams sweet cheeks Oh tomorrow oh tomorrow oh tomorrow One blink for yes, two blinks for no Sweet dreams sweet cheeks we leave alone