Song Lyrics

My name is Charlie Damage and my light has been erased by a confederacy of knob heads
My name is Charlie Damage and my light has been erased
And the present wants to make a memory of the future
The present wants to make a memory of the future

Life is always cheap, always led by the creeps
And the high street Kali-Yuga is descending down on ya
Here comes another burning tower block filled with screaming ghosts
It's what they fear the most
The manager will see you now, so wipe the fear from your brow
Walk out the door and start to howl
But you never had a chance against a nation of drug counsellors, chat show chances, bystanders of disaster, tax dodgers, bitter old codgers, trigger happy soldiers, golden generation hoarders and all those tired dumb fuckers

So cauterize the wounds our stupidity has caused us
Cauterize the wounds with something like fire
And sunlight and magic and love

The routine march of the correctly dressed
The puffed out chest of the stronger sex
The Victorian bomb of the Christian blessed
The bed by 10 of the if-not-now-then-when
You're not evil, you're just scared and dumb, dumb, dumb
Desperate to be no-one, no-one
To fade into wallpaper, let culture become vapour
Do as you're told, quickly grow old
Sink into the fold, ignore the stench of mould
And you are progress in reverse
You are daily mailes, hoodies and squaddies, village busy bodies, osbornes and savilles, Brexit selfish tories, and coppers, and landlords and bomb droppers

So cauterize the wounds our religion has caused us
So cauterize the wounds with something like fire
And sunlight and magic and love

My name is David Nothing and my light is still erased
And if we all spit together we can drown the bastards
Because the structure just devours concretes over flowers
And the past wants to make a memory of the future
The past wants to make a memory, a memory of the future

So you know you wanna make the world proud or burn it to the ground
You wanna make the world proud or burn it to the ground
It's 30 years later in your 10th worthless job
Waves rush over and break and something inside dies
You drink to fill the empty well as your life becomes a prison cell
Of flats getting smaller, your frame getting thinner, your eyes getting duller, a light lost forever
You are housewives and packers and postmen and plumbers and midwives, van drivers, shoplifters and losers and sinners and bruisers and anarchists and schemers and daydreamers

And I want to believe you won't spend your life on your knees
And I need to believe you won't spend your life on your knees
Torn up and unseen, don't spend your life on your knees
Each generation finds a way to kill the brave and the strange
So don't spend your life on your knees
Don't spend your life on your knees

My name is Charlie Damage, they say remember not to back down
But the past wants to make a memory of the future

David Christian Bower

The duration of Bad Nite at the Mustache is 5:30 minutes and seconds.