Blackpool Sands

You said, well I'm a little OCD
Then prance around with polish and pepper rooms with bleach
Shouting to the masses, in retro cleaner kitsch
Shoutout to my sponsors, I'm clean and filthy rich

Well I spent last night counting breaths and chanting at the wall
The flat was such a shithole, I didn't mind at all
Going down the séance with a budget Ouija board
Oh lord, well the medium's a fraud

Then I saw your Instagram,
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
And you wear it like a brand
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion

I count the grains on Blackpool Sands

You wear it like a mullet, or iridescent shades
Madonna in a Burka, or David Beckham braids
Anything for power, whatever gets you hot
like a Reform UK leader, Chairman Mao or Papa Doc

But I spent last night counting breaths, chanting at the wall
The flat was still a shithole, I didn't mind at all
I whisper Hail Mary though I've never been a fan
Oh yes, maybe Jesus was a conman

And then I saw your Instagram,
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Yeah, you wear it like a brand
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Because I saw your Instagram
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Yeah, you wear it like a brand
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion

I count the grains on Blackpool Sands

I'm gonna fashion my own dinghy
From sticks of rock, syringes on the shore
Set sail for the port of Douglas
Or everyone is gonna die a grisly death

And then I saw your Instagram,
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Yeah, you wear it like a brand
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Because I saw your Instagram
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion
Yeah, you wear it like a brand
Now I know, mental illness is your fashion

I count the grains on Blackpool Sands