Cosmic Slop

Steph sits with his hands in his pants and recounts

Every time the good outweighs the harm

I don’t bite because A) he’s my dealer, and B) I know that he’s right

‘Cause society doesn’t care for the common man So what’s left for him to do?

Stiff lip, big sniff

Yeah, monetise the misery

‘Cause empathy’s the enemy Of a sustainable success

Something’s up in the cosmic slop I think it’s time we made that clear

The nights get bigger every time we attempt one

So does the space they leave behind Born snapped, and perfectly fine with that James settles in for more of the same

It’s ridiculous shit like this

That gave us a bad name in the first place We used to be an infallible institution

Now it’s just an off brand imitation