[Verse 1]

The best songs are like bad dreams

If you can cover all the exits

But one by one they blur

And you’re forgetting all the words

By the time you get to breakfast

A reckoning election

A politician's corkscrew

A credit card mini bar private rental car

And a Western education

12 square feet of dirty day

The whole world made to order

I’m either taking up more space

Than I have taken up before

Or the days are getting shorter

Now I’m smoking in a blindfold

In an Indonesian courtyard

I always thought ‘bout quitting

But then there’s the reptilian

And his business is to die hard

[Chorus]

But now I’m feeling kinda free

I’m going straight to DVD

I’m losing my ambition

Going into remission

I've put it all behind me

I want a private execution

Give me a private execution

I want a private execution

For free

[Verse 2]

The Kuala Lumpur Sunway

Is crammed with koro cases

And destination shoppers

Showing telepathic kindness

And pensioned master races

The carpark of the high court

A former soccer stadium

5 stars full of assholes

Complimentary bathrobes

Fixed civilisation

But what do fish know about water?

I'm probably someone's entertainment

But let's change the topic before I get misanthropic

It's only a vacation

Tell me ‘bout the old days

Was there ever any violence?

Smack-tick-tock-bang onomatopoeia’s

Disappearing into silence

[Chorus]

But now I’m feeling kinda free

I’m going straight to DVD

I’m losing my ambition

Going into remission

I've put it all behind me

I want a private execution

Give me private execution

I want a private execution

For free

I want a private execution

A private execution

A private execution

For free