Show me what to wear, I’ll show you what to eat
Tell me what to think, I’ll tell you how to breathe
those frantic health-fascists, eyes glowing, stuck in a grin
pushing their agenda, the sane must never let them win


I’ll watch you take a walk, look at me having a meal
I like it when you wash your clothes, check me out I’m brushing my teeth
that streamlined cunt of a preacher, leeching off the weak
poised so high on his horse, oh could we even dream of what he sees?


Look at them, they’re walking,
look at her she’s singing
that man is on the phone, those two are going to get a loan
to buy a car, to buy a house, to buy a boat, to eternally bloat.


As I was floating on that dark river of thought tonight
I came to think of you and it filled my mind with…

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