out of tune

june 2019

you throw dust into your own eyes
and you’re digging in the dirt
sickt of all that lies
and that idle talk

you’re tired of yourself
while your days turn into nights
you eat your daily soup
and you’re choking it down

have one over eight – somehow now and then
steal a bloody car – get the fuck out o this place
won’t you gain ground – won’t you get away
why don’t you take that silly little screen out of your face

you would look so much better – you would look much less stupid
why don’t you take that silly little screen out of your face
you would look so much better – you would look much more human
get back in your pants – gather yourself

you read storys that no’one did wrote
and you chatter like a magpie
you like, you tag, you share
has the cat got your tongue?

you stagger towards the abyss
and you walk like remoe robot
danced to everyone’s tune – but you’re still out of tune

have one over eight – somehow now and then
steal a bloody car – get the fuck out o this place
won’t you gain ground – won’t you get away
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT SILLY LITTLE SCREEN OUT OF YOUR FACE

you would look so much better – you would look much less stupid
why don’t you take that silly little screen out of your face
you would look so much better – you would look much more human
get back in your pants – gather yourself

you stagger towards the abyss
you walk like a remote robot
danced to everyone's tune,
but you're still out of tune