It's the perfect kind of day
To make some bread and dissociate
Just like it was yesterday
All the sunsets start to look the same
Every now and then I wake up
Think I need a different kind of make up
Hair do to shake up what I see in the mirror
But the truth is getting clearer
I
I
I just gotta turn off the news
And put some fucking music on
I gotta turn off the news
Gotta turn some music on
Silver spoons on the loose
Greedy puppets sending billions to the moon
They treat us like we're obtuse
While our tax money's being abused
Every now and then I wake up
Think I need a different kind of make up
Hair do to shake up what I see in the mirror
But I never seen it clearer now
I
I
I just gotta turn off the news
And put some fucking music on
When it all feels so dark blue
Gotta turn some music on
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
