Put Some Music On

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