Postmodern Exorcism - Intellectual

Stood by the Eiffel Tower

A symbol of American Imperialism

A Mickey Mouse Star Wars poster emblazoned on the skies above

Mimes in prole clothing

A Jar Jar Rastafari to laugh at -

“Comic Value”

Pigs in blue coming at you

You’ve got some Substance D, some Soma and a few Ecstasy pills on hand

Get on a London Bus

Make elevator conversation with the driver

He’s up for a chat

He doesn’t know where you're going

Or where he’s going

But he’s on track

CCTV’s my favourite kind

Eyes watching and they don’t go blind

I don’t bеlieve in an easy lifе

I believe in appealing sights

I’m not immune to the conscious mind

I downloaded mine off a free website -

I’m not an idiot

White man, white man, I like his voice

Calms me down, stops me making noise

I wish God could be just as fun

Real or fake, he’d be such a blast

In this time, next time or the past

Who knows what, and who knows who’ll last?

I’m just an idiot

Kids with knives, kids with funds

Kids tell lies, kids smoke spice

Kids don’t run, kids don’t hide, nice surprise

Kids like guns

Kids like violence and dumb people

Dumb things, dumb places, dumb - dumb - dummy - dummy - mummy - mummy - mummy -

Look at the faces on a fashion blog

Alien people from the eastern bloc

How many charges for the firing squad?

Single file, line on them on the wall

We’re so deprived of their kind of “cool”

I wish I could be calm with all

The madness outside of protocol

The wolf has come, and he’s dressed in wool...

Who’s this? Who’s this?

He’s so self made and clueless

I can’t tell where the roof is

So if I jump off the wrong bit

Scrape me off of the pavement

A socialite sold the slave ship

Banana boats in New Haven

Tell me this life’s amazing

I would believe it, I would believe it

I would believe it, if you sold me shit

Killed my family, and burned my house

I would believe it if you taped my mouth

And tied me up in the basement

I would believe you anytime or day

I love the way you say crime don’t pay

And beat me up while I’m waiting

For the train at the station

But somehow I get impatient

The old news finally fading...

God you make me abrasive

God you make me so crazy

Fuck it, I’ve had it now once and for all

Winston’s trapped in his crystal ball

Bully vans on the boulevard for some

Bolsheviks with a few guitars

Hardy har-har, Mulan or Mulala

Arsonists, alchemists, narcissists, white and cis, sister-sister, don’t resist

Censorship is the new ‘black on black’ statistics

Fetishist, sadistic

Talking back, get lifted

Don’t say a thing, ridiculous

Tell me tea, live for it

Capitalist or immigrant

Packaged life, relevant

Death coming, imminent

Man, effeminate

Time, terminate

Born, exterminate

Seeds, germinate

Eyes rolling to sides

Falling back behind enemy lines

To the guys

“If I survive I’ll buy my own exorcist!”

Speak of the devil

Perform on me now good sir

With a few drops of the holy water

We’ll be good as new

Jesus was a strange fellow...

I heard he used to walk to Nazareth

With his brand new Jordan’s in a box...

I like old movies

They capture the feelings better...

The casual phobias

They’re just that much more entertaining

There’s nothing like good old fashioned censored violence...

It just looks so much ______

The corn syrup blood flow...

The dumb blonde bimbo...

Telecoms

Lost in a space station

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