Friday, 23 May 2025

Wanna Die On My Motorbike (Tonight)

 I'm obnoxiously sly

I creep around at night
Shades always hide my eyes
I wanna die on my motorbike ‐ tonight

I don't wanna think my waist is out of control
I don't wanna think I may be going bald

Got no empathy, I'm a psychological mess
Got no boundaries, I take things to excess

Product placement, youth rebellion
(we saw it on TV)
Infotainment, mass production
(it must be real)

Got no pension, I don't wanna save
In my youthtime, wanna go to an early grave

Got no willpower, I'm advertising's slave
Into consumption, spending's all I crave

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