proper nutrition, criminal ambition
radishes aren’t a part of life on the streets
no more schooling, no future physician
today’s teenage gangsters love sugary sweets
shooting your enemies, getting new scars
fucking skanky women and eating candy bars
dollar signs around your neck
adoring the shit and the grime and the dreck
calling up old friends, you gots to get paid
so some bitch’ll lay down to get laid
your procreation requires high tech
morals are meaningless when the world is a wreck
rocket launchers are cool and in vogue
the country run by an idiot rogue
while poverty and starving are
more common than shootings
the police harass people for illegal commuting
your children all want big guns just for shits
and everyone’s concerned more with bare tits
birds are singing, wind is blowing
rivers flowing, great herds growing
adaptation, animals knowing
annihilation, humanity’s going
mutation isn’t evolution
you can’t take care of yourselves
since those aliens have intelligence
that’s less than our porpoise
none of them freaks deserve
habeas corpus
just nuclear bombs
and clichéd turns of phrase
that sounds far too european
and I don’t even understand it
indifferent outrage for money and dollars
all politicians all sit on the fence
accusing adultery with lipstick stained collars
pissing your life away with blind ignorance
reality becomes reality tv
tv induces your mentality
never acknowledging the abnormality
of amoral morons’ immortality
but when they die, with no formality
they’re cast aside, frugal finality
technological banality
recycling people and ideas too
I ripped myself off, no idea’s new
screw through brew, too few grew
construe, askew, debut, adieu
boobies and nipples and
boobies and nipples and
big ass fuckin honkers
and no one ever changes
and no one listens to anyone else
and no one changes
so nothing changes
and so no one cares about anyone else
and so I don’t change
so nothing changes
and so I don’t care about anyone else.
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