Staying Fat Lyrics - Bloc Party [ep] - Bloc Party

I rely on (bitter cold) 

I depend on (arctic snow) 

A pair of trainers (I've got mine) 

Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours) 

I exist on (apropos) 

I insist on (arctic snow) 

A change of clothing (will fill the void) 

Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in) 

The walls are coming in again 

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past 

The streets grid alone from the door 

You gotta spin the fucking treadle 

I rely on (bitter cold) 

I depend on (arctic snow) 

The man made fibers (I've got mine) 

That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours) 

I decide on (apropos) 

I retreat from (arctic snow) 

The dregs of discourse (will fill the void) 

For a new world order (will suck you in) 

The walls are coming in again 

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past 

The streets grid alone from the door 

You gotta spin the fucking treadle... 

In a pile of days between no oceans 

All the kids are rioting 

There's no art in a broken head 

All the kids are staying fat 

And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping 

Check the body for valuables 

It's called progress 

Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres 

It's called progress 

If they want to kill themselves 

Then buy them the gowns 

It's called progress 

Progress