The Padded Chaps - Fertilizer

Brothers Reginald & Alan Trelawney, and their mates Terry Angove and Greg Pascoe, were once down-on-their-luck laborers from Camborne in the golden age of British punk.
40 years down the line, they're none too pleased at what swaths of millennials & zoomers brainwashed by social media & corporations have done to the word, and everything it used to stand for.
Now in their golden years, most of them ever sang a note or touched an instrument in their lives, but they reckoned "Soddit - can't be that hard. Less'av a pop."
With Reg Riot on vocals, Anarchy Alan on guitar, Terry Tin-Horn on trumpet and Piston Greg on drums, they're determined to prove old dogs can still attempt to learn new tricks and probably do alright after a few pints.
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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙨.
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙙.
𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝘿𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮...

𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 & 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙗.

-𝙆𝙤𝙙𝙞
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Lyrics © Kodi Sakari
Audio & vocals generated in Suno.
Album image generated by ChatGPT.
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[Verse 1]
So you call yourself punk?
Say that with a straight face!
Hands can't fit in your pockets...
How's the BBC's rear taste?

You ain't never worked,
on a tractor or mulcher.
All we need are words,
to counter your fragile culture!

[Chorus 1]
Stand there on your stage - it's gilded with lies!
Your platform held up by a culture that died!
We don't need your rot - or your advertisers!
We stand with the ghost - you stand on the corpse!
You're just fertilizer!!

[Verse 2]
Force people to hide?
You partisan hacks!
Witch-hunts by checkbox...
Now you get the sack!

Safety in numbers,
but lord like the few...
The harvesters' comin',
farmin' your ass for views!

[Chorus 2]
Stand there on your stage - it's gilded with lies!
Your platform held up by a culture that died!
We don't need your rules - media colonizers!
We stand with the ghost - you stand on the corpse!
You're just fertilizer!!

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Don't wanna hear your bull - laugh when you have a cow,
So put this on your TikTok, while you're squealin' like a sow!

[Final Chorus]
Stand there on your stage - it's gilded with lies!
Your platform held up by a culture that died!
You've no power here - you false tyrannizers!
We stand with the ghost - you stand on the corpse!
You're just fertilizer!!
We stand with the ghost - you stand on the corpse!
You're just fertilizer!!