They've got your attention The fat and the furious, and your atrophied legs can't run They've got your attention The juvenile jilted, derailing all discourse for fun They've got your attention The slapstick insurgents, with giggles and shits and grenades They've got your attention Deluders and doxers, self-righteous self-styled renegades They've got your attention The groomers and grifters, and they've all done their own research They've got your attention Antagonized fanboys, while Nazis and rapists sell merch
All this skillful stimuli, oppression and opprobrium You'd think I'd riot? You'd think I'd cry? Instead I sit here, fucking numb The village hall's on fire all day And nobody knows anyone I play to win, I came to slay So come ahead then One on one
I want to suck on a stone Taste the salt from the sea Rest my head in the arms of a tree I want to swim in a brook Push my toes in the mud And forage from berries and buds I want to graze on some goosegrass Chew on chickweed, lie down in Norfolk Reed I want to strip by a stream Feel my balls on the breeze Slide my hand in your jeans and squeeze
(Catch me, kill me Hug me, buy me The first month is free, so why don't you try me?)
But they've got my attention at the paperless pulpit And I hungrily swallow their bait They've got my attention With tridents and truthbombs and sidebars and shockdrops and hate
They've got your attention And they're not giving it back They've got our attention And they really, really hate Disney They've got my attention And I think I love itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
