Sheared (Pinking Shears Rework)

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée
Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée
Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

Talk to 'em, yeah
Mandy, Indiana
It's Clipping.

Cream of the flooding crop
A tree fell in the burning woods, it sounded like hurricane season
The dream is all crooked cops, retail, markup on basic goods, an ex-president gettin' away with treason

Welcome to the first world (first world)
The boot straps leave the bread-weight print on your face
Pledge allegiance to the money you make, the same money they take
There's no running from this schism, it's fate, so fuck it

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée
Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée
Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

Uh, so better pray to some god or other
The game is the father figure and bright is the hustle make you away, go

Dans cette saloperie d'société, j'ai plus envie d'me réveiller
Quand on laisse des humains crever

Huh, put on display all the wreckage that they have made
Every second ticking away, the remainder of brighter days, go

Qaund on choisit nos réfugiés, y'a que les blonds qu'on laisse rеntrer
Ceux qu'on bombarde on envoie chier

Uh, and if you die before you wake, at least you missed out on being baked alive or burning dissenters with higher stakes
Keep a rib-eye open, no lies spoken, just whole lot ghosting and the three-wheel motion
Turn around real slow with your hands up high and your mouth on wide for the "Blagh!"

He dead, keep the stone-fruit skin peeled
The juice on chin feel the next of kin burned in some instant
Wheel of fortune, full-time and gerrymander black and white panda
To almighty dollar g'on make you holler, if you hear

It's water to the rear view mirror, steer clear
The soda in the pure so the yola isn't there
And the quotas are severe so the hope is in arrears, you know

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée
Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée
Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

No reason to complicate the conversation
Shooting the congregation is common-place, just call it another day, go

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée
Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée, épuisée

And whether or not you know the song
Amazing Grace keeps playing on, as if any of this could be treated by your faith, go

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée
Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée, épuisée

Yeah, and if you die before you wake, at least you missed out on being baked alive or burning dissenters with higher stakes

The roof is on fire
Let that motherfucker burn
Let that motherfucker burn

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée-

Nothing's on fire
Let that motherfucker burn
Let that motherfucker burn

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée-

The world is on fire
Let that motherfucker burn
Let that motherfucker burn
Let that motherfucker burn