Lyrics

These days drug dealing is an honest profession
When you really think about it
I'm scared Jordan Peterson's haemorrhoids
Will soon be coming for everyone
I am wearing daddy shoes
And I am wearing dad issues
On my fast fashion sleeve
I think I will google cow trampling statistics
Just to take my mind off this
And these pretentious vignettes
Won't do anything of any real substance now
But at least they stop me reaching
For that bottle of Russian balsam
In the kitchen cupboard
Fuchsia lips, temporary blips
Warhammer nerds, tropical birds
What was arcane becomes mundane
Swept up in endless hurricanes
So let's just fight this raging fire
With a minute squirt of gasoline
So let's just fight this raging fire
With a minute squirt of gasoline