A man on the TV says missiles are firing
And interrupts my social thread
Alerts on my phone, a few more hundred dead
Passing a flowerbed, a car hisses by
Electric, rich, maybe cries in a lay-by
But there's no rubble, no chaos, no fires here
No death, no fear, no war
Just a bit of dogshit on my shoe and rumoured plans for another cheap superstore
And maybe they'll level some trees?
The price we pay for our western ease
Comfortably numbed
Fed, watered and pleased
We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer
We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer
We moan and clamour, brag to the world
Another pointless boast unfurled
And I'm appalled by my own triviality
How I get lured into it all
Raging traps, as the conversation heats up about fuck all
And in the background there's the football
Necks twitch
We spit and exchange curses
And continue to moan about junior doctors and nurses
My teeth scrape the floor
The toilet door wafts open with a boot
And the stink sweats, a greying wrinkled face of a million regrets
Supping up, a good loyal subject
A pat on the back, we sing, we sing
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We talk and shout and scream and moan
But we've got work in the morning, so best get home
This snapshot of fuck all
Belting it out loud, but with little to say
Because there's nothing in our way
There's a stumble home
A slight raised kerb
Crossing the road without a fear
But there's no need for humanitarian corridors here
And the man says the missiles are firing again, and they're getting near
The man says the missiles are firing, and they're getting near
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
And interrupts my social thread
Alerts on my phone, a few more hundred dead
Passing a flowerbed, a car hisses by
Electric, rich, maybe cries in a lay-by
But there's no rubble, no chaos, no fires here
No death, no fear, no war
Just a bit of dogshit on my shoe and rumoured plans for another cheap superstore
And maybe they'll level some trees?
The price we pay for our western ease
Comfortably numbed
Fed, watered and pleased
We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer
We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer
We moan and clamour, brag to the world
Another pointless boast unfurled
And I'm appalled by my own triviality
How I get lured into it all
Raging traps, as the conversation heats up about fuck all
And in the background there's the football
Necks twitch
We spit and exchange curses
And continue to moan about junior doctors and nurses
My teeth scrape the floor
The toilet door wafts open with a boot
And the stink sweats, a greying wrinkled face of a million regrets
Supping up, a good loyal subject
A pat on the back, we sing, we sing
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We talk and shout and scream and moan
But we've got work in the morning, so best get home
This snapshot of fuck all
Belting it out loud, but with little to say
Because there's nothing in our way
There's a stumble home
A slight raised kerb
Crossing the road without a fear
But there's no need for humanitarian corridors here
And the man says the missiles are firing again, and they're getting near
The man says the missiles are firing, and they're getting near
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
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On Christmas Eve, they’ve shared their ominous, “wildly angry” and “anti-war” single ‘Missiles’. Speaking on the song, frontman Kingsley Hall said they aimed to channel their message in an “unconventional way”.
Listen to Benefits' powerful new "anti-war" single 'Missiles'