Cat's Pyjamas
This whole life malarkey is a bit of a faff
I think I want my money back
I'd rather spend it on a heart attack
I can't find a wife, my car keys or a plastic bag
That wouldn't make a lovely face mask
Maybe that could make a feeling last
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
Morality's a fickle figment of everyone's imagination
Humanity is a vicious illness immune to any medication
Divinity's around the corner, but so is our annihilation
Oh dear, what a delightful way to wake up in the middle of the night
Wish I could believe in an afterlife
'Cause it would make such a lovely lullaby
I'm sick of seeing binary and finding the flaws in it all
Guess I better go find myself another lost cause
I'm sure one'll turn up in the last place I look
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I think I want my money back
I'd rather spend it on a heart attack
I can't find a wife, my car keys or a plastic bag
That wouldn't make a lovely face mask
Maybe that could make a feeling last
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
Morality's a fickle figment of everyone's imagination
Humanity is a vicious illness immune to any medication
Divinity's around the corner, but so is our annihilation
Oh dear, what a delightful way to wake up in the middle of the night
Wish I could believe in an afterlife
'Cause it would make such a lovely lullaby
I'm sick of seeing binary and finding the flaws in it all
Guess I better go find myself another lost cause
I'm sure one'll turn up in the last place I look
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die
It's hard to not fantasise
When all the adverts make it look so nice
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Thompson, Adam Michael Pardey, Bryn Jenkins, Hugo Meredith-hardy
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