Million Dollar Baby

In the chem-pool
Drowned in a hazmat of sweat
I'd rather get on the bus
Than sit in your car with you
A real flesh cyclops
With fistfuls of eyes
Salt that harbours a lot
The carbon bodies back to life

There is no static
Without the stimulation
Of the sacred sound
A simulation of my planet
Defeating me on my own ground

Extracting the energy from around me
I feel the rush and I'm electric
All alone in a pet cemetery
With a bucket of my plasma
It don't matter, later I'll forget it

Stuck under a mountain of salt
It's not my fault you all
Look at the world with one eye
Doc Martens should know better
Than to sponsor a million dollar baby
So why God, why

Amoeba swim in the faecal calprotectin
I'm joking, I do not know him
Life in the future
After the future has collapsed
No more indie-folk rock
And we all thank God for that

After I descend to paradise
I'll take my first bite of fruit
And drink cherry wine
I knew there was more to life
Than being static
Now I understand it

Extracting the energy from around me
I feel the rush and I'm electric
All alone in a pet cemetery
I doubt myself, but later I'll forget it

Stuck under a mountain of salt
It's not my fault you all
Look at the world with one eye
Doc Martens should know better
Than to sponsor a million dollar baby
So why God, why
As we dive in and drink the chlorine
We all see the error of our ways
But we still have a far way to come as a nation
Coz no one wants to change

Drinking pool chemicals
And all that is bio-waste
Just to get a taste of brains
I wish I had a higher IQ
And some of you do
Most of you are brighter than me
I'm blinded by the blue light
Alienated by my peers
I'm alone on a planet
Filled with all my fears
I raise my crown
And down this pint of magic milk
Welcome to my Flesh Kingdom
In robes of silk

Stuck under a mountain of salt
It's not my fault you all
Look at the world with one eye
Doc Martens should know better
Than to sponsor a million dollar baby
So why God, why
As we dive in and drink the chlorine
We all see the error of our ways
But we still have a far way to come as a nation
Because no one wants to change



Credits
Writer(s): Poppy Hall
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