Salad

[Verse 1]
No empathy inside of me
I turn the page, staring at the screen
American carnage and a taste for the sordid
I asked for chaos and I only got order
I can't dance, I can't cum in the shower
I sleep for days and I don't get paid
Another fuckin' playlist curated for the beige
I fell asleep in the knacker's yard
Identity politics and a cruise guided missile
Straight to the heart of the matter of fact
I had a bender for seven days
Richard Wilkins was there and his face melted off

[Verse 2]
The war is boring and you're boring too
You wrap your dick around a Coke can
Give 'em a run for your money
Now I'm a creature of my Southern Comfort
No way, get fucked, fuck off!
You live and die in the public eye
You body-shame me 'til I swallow my pride
I give you all what you wanted of me
But you don't win friends with salad anymore

[Verse 3]
I broke the city with a knife in your lumber
I'm sunbaking on a feral beach
I'm sitting in a drunk tank on Melbourne Street
Put your tips in early and the beers are free
Life and death in the public mess
Moral porno on the TV screen
I drew the short straw, if you know what I mean
Red top, hunt 'em down, mean machine
Back and forth since ‘77
I was looking for hell, but I only found heaven
Up, down and around and around
Now the mighty have fallen with their feet on the ground

[Outro]
My words are your words
Your words are my words
My words are your words
Your words are my words
My words are your words
Your words are my words
My words are your words
Your words are my words
My words are your words
Your words are my words
My words are your words
My words are your words