This one's for the politics that went wrong. Depressing in
Each time I step outside I hear birds, strings, and
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
I've been labouring nine-to-five,
So damn busy, so busy, left my head at home
Maybe, you can have it all, just maybe. Maybe, when
Some people are getting all the luck, fall in love
You, sir, you're untouchable
And you, sir, you're unstoppable
Outrageously ambig
Skin stretched into a school girl pout, flashing at the
Job satisfaction, I can't get no
My head's about to blow
Closer, closer, closer, closer, so you could film the fire
I searched 'psychiatry' and surveyed the facts, $83 billion say
it's who you know not how you do it
and you
This is a ballad of my private thoughts
This is a
Hold up, let me rob you blind, I'll propaganda you
Come back when you can't remember a single thing you
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