It's a bit like a trip
But you hit it With a slip
Of a tongue like a whip
And we're sinking
It ain't cool to be cool
Though you may think
It a laudable tool of self evaluation
Of ego cultivation
And I'm rolling my eyes
Like the stones for the lies
Is it really all about the size
Or just a simple vice
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, 'cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me
Higher, so I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite
Of liars and travesty, oh, fire
Did you think that I'd blink?
That I'd go and take the ink
To your control
That I'd sell my soul
And does it ring any bells?
That it sells, that we're living
Out of shells in a shotgun
If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run
And finally the cerebral fantasy
Better genes and machines
So we can die looking like we're teens
Like snapshot scenes in smithereens
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
I feel the fire
Look there, it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again
Fire flare alight inside me
Fire, return my joy 'cos I'm so
Tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see
The ire and Irony, oh fire

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