Flimsy, worn out stuff

The piles of foil, unthinkable

Broken, burned and rough

Through slicks of oil, unsinkable

Flimsy, worn out stuff

The piles of foil, unthinkable

Broken, burned and rough

Through slicks of oil, unsinkable

The algorithm has decreed

The purpose of your life proceeds to be defined by scrolling holes

To be confined to website polls

Flimsy, worn out stuff

The piles of foil, unthinkable

Broken, burned and rough

Through slicks of oil, unsinkable

Flimsy, worn out stuff

The piles of foil, unthinkable

Broken, burned and rough

Through slicks of oil, unsinkable

The homeless guy at Louis Vuitton

What the fuck was the manager on?

The more the miserable the staff, the better the beans

Single source in the Philippines

But it’s a script, it goes on and on

The Golan Heights to the Lebanon

Bruce Springsteen's got Thunder Road

While down the river the world explodes

I don't have the strength to read much more

The sadness and the loss and the extinction's swinging door

I gotta get lessons on how to ignore

And sear it from my minds eye or laugh away before

I gotta get lessons, I gotta ignore