A Dreadful Excuse to Croon

Like Jason Statham with a bald cap on
This is not another protest song
Evolution with the mockers on
Revolution's moment's been and gone

Barcelona in the summertime
Yaxley-Lennon head to toe in white
And Lisa Simpson knew it all along
I wish I had listened when she said the whole damn system is wrong

I'm Mojo Jojo with a cheap suit on
Angry at the world with no chance of admitting that I am wrong

Am I coming on too strong?

Like George Costanza with a toupée on
What's the deal with life just going on?
And Joe Davola put the kibosh on
What could possibly go wrong?

Ethnic cleansing situation room
The free world is dead but I don't think we're blowing up no balloons
Any time soon

Yeah I know it too well
I cultivate my own doom
Don't be so languid
Don't be so feckless
Don't be so God damn completely consumed
Yes I know it too well
A dreadful excuse to croon

When I was younger I was taught to aspire
To be the leader of the gang yeah the first in the fire
I never dreamed that I'd be anything else
Or I would have anything less than all that the Beckham kids get

Do you feel sometimes you might have bloody ruined your brain?
Since I hit nineteen years old well things just ain't been the same
I am a man of many terrible moods
Increasingly giving a fuck about everyone else in the room

Do you think my generation had a jump on the last
'Cause something stupid like technology has aptly advanced?
For every birthday I acquire a new trick
Last year it was panic attacks this year it's a softening dick

Do you see your skewed perspective could feasibly invent
This sort of an alternate reality that shits on the men?
My friends are scared to walk the streets in the dark
And you have the gall to be twee about how very happy you are



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