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Fucking Dickheads
I can have I can have
I can have whatever you think I have Entering a supermarket I can have a knife to stab you in an empty aisle But it would make you miserable So you think, ah fuck it We're better than this, huh? We're all people, after all But pardon me, ain't it always about people When shit goes south. Or you think I'm goon.
So what now?
So fucking mean, so fucking lame Who can blame you for being so polite or so naive? But I'm telling you, it's a lie We're not better, we're the worst I'd better be a storyteller But this story wants me to be a part of it I'm so lost, I'm so lost
So what now?
It's not trustworthy And it's not about trust, it's about worthiness I want to be a bookworm But I don't have time for anything I'd want I'm a resource for this freaking time. It's slowly sucking all the energy out of me And turning it into death and suffering For anybody around me
So what now?
I'm a goldmine Stuffed with blood But ain't you the same? Or you don't believe it, luv? I'm just playing, it's not for real, is it? But you're snorting another coke line And your future is instantly turning bright Until the first gulp of beer And then everything is back to normal Everything is normal again. Everything is OK.
So what now? Your action? What now? What's next?
I can have whatever you think I have Entering a supermarket I can have a billion dollars to give you as goodwill gesture But you wouldn't believe it, because deep in our souls We are all greedy fucking assholes And we know that everybody is the same Everybody is the same
So what now?
We're alive and hence we're not dead But ain't we dead because our hearts are still beating And our lungs still can consume some exhausted air Like straight from the tail-pipe Still fresh, still hot Or because our minds are not clouded I'm mental, and so are you, aren't you? Either now, or later Either now, or later
So what now? Your action? What now? What's next?
I could have whatever you thought I'd have Entering a supermarket But after all I've got my shopping bag and some euros in my wallet To buy some shite because I'm a living exhibit Of freaking unconscious consumption And a victim of advertisement and imposing of interests
Boring, huh