Salad

No empathy inside of me

I turn the page, staring at the screen

American carnage and a taste for the sordid

I asked for chaos but I only got order

I can't dance I can't cum in the shower

I sleep for days and I don't get paid

Another ****en playlist curated for the beige..

I fell asleep in the knacker's yard

Identity politics and a cruise guided missile

Straight to the heart of the matter of fact

I had a bender for 7 days

Richard Wilkins was there and his face melted off

The war is boring and you're boring too

You wrap your dick around a Coke can

Give them a run for your money

Now I'm a creature of my southern comfort

No way, get ****ed, **** off!

Live and die in the public eye

You body shame me until I swallow my pride

I give you all what you wanted of me

But you don't win friends with salad anymore

I broke the city with a knife in your lumber..

I'm sunbaking on a feral beach

Sitting in a drunk tank on Melbourne Street

Put your tips in early and the beers are free

Life and death in the public mess

Moral porno on the TV screen

I drew the short straw if you know what I mean

Red top, hunt em' down, mean machine

Back and forth since '77

I was looking for hell but I only found heaven

Up down and around and around

Now the mighty have fallen with their feet on the ground

My words are your words

Your words are my words

My words are your words

Your words are my words

My words are your words

Your words are my words

My words are your words

Your words are my words

My words are your words

Your words are my words

My words are your words

My words are your words