Head is up your arse hole
As you move along
Walk around pretending
That there is nothing wrong
Don't like thinking
Of whose getting your rent
Or environment
Religion or the government
My car's running well
On human blood
Olympics build
On toxic mud
Whose going to keep it
So clean and tidy?
And who plays the keyboards
In Killing Heidi
Not trying to tell you
To do nothing about it
If there is something to say
Don't say it, shout it
I used to think
The worst thing was my footrot
Stupid me, then my heart stopped
Now everything is fucked
People searching endlessly
For someone to believe
Everyone is addicted
To real TV
Environmental fuck ups
Everyday of the month
What happens when the Prime Minister
Is a racist little bugger?
The gap is ever widening
The rich and the poor
People go to prison
Just for breaking the law
TV is not the same
Without Mike Whitney
Well, roll me over
And call my Brittney
Now everything is fucked
Not trying to tell you
To do nothing about it
If there is something to say
Don't say it, shout it
I used to think the worst thing
Was my chest cough
Stupid me, then my heart stopped
Now everything is fucked