F.D.C. for short by Melt-Banana Lyrics

FDC, I slap you but
SCS, you love it and
BDS, I shoot down with
ICBM, no escape

You crouch down, holding your tongue
You grasp with a hand full of dirt
Last counterattack of dying ants
You'll be dead

Throw about!
No one cares after all

Out of shape, addicted
Out of step, addicted
Out of shape, addicted
Out of touch, arrested

Throw about!
No one cares after all
Out of shape, addicted
Out of step, addicted
Out of shape, addicted
Out of touch, arrested

FDC, I don't need but
SDF, you hang around with
SFL, I send you some
ICBM, no escape

I squeeze down a glass of water
Splashing with a hand full of pieces
Last counterattack of shining ants
You'll be dead

Kick about!
No one cares after all

Out of shape, addicted
Out of step, addicted
Out of shape, addicted
Out of touch, arrested
Frankly, nitpick
Quickly, nitpick

I won't tell you which one what means