Pack up your accents, pack up your batteries
Now go marching back to the factory
A bunch of dresses down to the mattress
Car park asphalt tastes good, actually

Pack up your accents, pack up your batteries
Now go marching back to the factory
A bunch of dresses down to the mattress
Car park asphalt tastes good, actually

Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything?

I know I had something to say
It lost it?s meaning and it faded away

I know I had something to say
It lost it?s meaning and it faded away

So punk is dead and this is so new
Your revolution cooked up in a boardroom
Like the message on your t-shirt
I don't know what it means but the colors really work

Pack up your accents, pack up your batteries
Now go marching back to the factory
A bunch of dresses down to the mattress
Car park asphalt tastes good, actually

Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything at all?
Is anyone thinking anything?

I know I had something to say
It lost it?s meaning and it faded away

I know I had something to say
It lost it?s meaning and it faded away

I know I had something to say
It lost it?s meaning and it faded away
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Writer(s): ALEXANDER PENNIE, IWAN GRIFFITHS, JAMES FROST, ROBIN HARRY HAWKINS