Album: …Is a Real Boy
Shit!
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it I'll go with the ignorance
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me
I am full of indifference
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yea the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful
Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)
Taste I have no taste I don't like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic So go choke on your irony
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yea the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful
Futile, the futile, the futile so
I'm eating rat poison for dinner Pull the cord from the phone I am dining along, Tonight, rat poison for dinner So goodnight
Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool I'm leaking the blood of a fool (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full)
Rat poison for dinner, pull the chord from the phone I am Dining Alone
Tonight Rat poison for dinner, pull the chord from the phone I am dining alone Tonight
Oh I am dining alone Tonight Tonight Tonight