Tekster: Siobhan Donaghy. Iodine.

Hurling ourselves down to the depths
Back since the day lest we forget
'Cos time made us set and memories crept
So now there's political debt

There is no left wing
To fight the right wing

We're like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we're all ready for Christmas Day
Here's the paradox
We're like presents all wrapped up
And we can't wait for you to give us away

A sad little face, all over the place
The lower you stoop, the less the disgrace
You use all your charms to send me alone
Have you got the legs to call us to arms

Like lambs to the slaughter
We paid for your daughters

We're like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we're all ready for Christmas Day
Here's the paradox
We're like presents all wrapped up
And we can't wait for you to give us away

Like the curve of your love
Like the curve that won't heal up
You know

We're like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we're all ready for Christmas Day
Here's the paradox
We're like presents all wrapped up
And we can't wait for you to give us away

We're like turkeys in a box
Our feathers all plucked off
And we're all ready for Christmas Day
Here's the paradox
We're like presents all wrapped up
And we can't wait for you to give us away