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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 fucken 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

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 fucked, fuck 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

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