Horns N Pigs
Hey! Son of a gun!
Upset, upset, upset, upset, upset
Upset!
Upset at the pebble that stopped my line
Always trynna see ahead, make sure I'm not declining
Always believe it if I can just stay blinded
Red rising in me like a tyrant
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Cause you're
Not even close to done swimming around
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
Broken in the head
You feel so close to being dead
It feels so elegant
Live for the hell of it
And own the things that you like
Never neglect your own autonomy
You are more than but a consumer of the
Bland homogenized cultural philosophy
That you are told to put on your t-shirts
Watching TV screens cause your feet hurt
Posters on your wall
Plastic tattoos over your heart
I can still feel the taste of a melted water bottle
Imposed by multinational fists
That shove their ideology down your throat
Like a drug you cant resist
An impossible antidote
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Cause you're
Not even close to done swimming around
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Man, hey Murr! (from impractical jokers)
This one's horns and pigs
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
Mehhh, good stuff, pretty good pretty good
Upset, upset, upset, upset, upset
Upset!
Upset at the pebble that stopped my line
Always trynna see ahead, make sure I'm not declining
Always believe it if I can just stay blinded
Red rising in me like a tyrant
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Cause you're
Not even close to done swimming around
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
Broken in the head
You feel so close to being dead
It feels so elegant
Live for the hell of it
And own the things that you like
Never neglect your own autonomy
You are more than but a consumer of the
Bland homogenized cultural philosophy
That you are told to put on your t-shirts
Watching TV screens cause your feet hurt
Posters on your wall
Plastic tattoos over your heart
I can still feel the taste of a melted water bottle
Imposed by multinational fists
That shove their ideology down your throat
Like a drug you cant resist
An impossible antidote
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Cause you're
Not even close to done swimming around
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
All washed up
Don't let the tide take you
Man, hey Murr! (from impractical jokers)
This one's horns and pigs
(Quit drownin', quit drownin')
Mehhh, good stuff, pretty good pretty good
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Writer(s): Liam Mottolesse
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