Lament

You can look at us, yes. But you can’t touch
You can talk however. We will listen
But just don’t expect us to care too much
We don’t give a toss ’bout the mess you’re in
You say Heaven’s coming down upon you
Why should I give a fuck ‘bout such a tool?
Go have a cry about it. Boo hoo hoo.
Because I’m already with someone cool
You are the type we won’t be caught dead with
Don’t crap on ‘bout need you’ll willingly provide
We don’t care if you loose the will to live
We won’t change. We are blinded by our pride

You go where you belong with all the slime
Fuck your sanctuary and your cloud nine


26th March 2003