Sheared (Pinking Shears Rework)

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée Talk to 'em, yeah Mandy, Indiana It's Clipping. Cream of the flooding crop A tree fell in the burning woods, it sounded like hurricane season The dream is all crooked cops, retail, markup on basic goods, an ex-president gettin' away with treason Welcome to the first world (first world) The boot straps leave the bread-weight print on your face Pledge allegiance to the money you make, the same money they take There's no running from this schism, it's fate, so fuck it J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée Uh, so better pray to some god or other The game is the father figure and bright is the hustle make you away, go Dans cette saloperie d'société, j'ai plus envie d'me réveiller Quand on laisse des humains crever Huh, put on display all the wreckage that they have made Every second ticking away, the remainder of brighter days, go Qaund on choisit nos réfugiés, y'a que les blonds qu'on laisse rеntrer Ceux qu'on bombarde on envoie chier Uh, and if you die before you wake, at least you missed out on being baked alive or burning dissenters with higher stakes Keep a rib-eye open, no lies spoken, just whole lot ghosting and the three-wheel motion Turn around real slow with your hands up high and your mouth on wide for the "Blagh!" He dead, keep the stone-fruit skin peeled The juice on chin feel the next of kin burned in some instant Wheel of fortune, full-time and gerrymander black and white panda To almighty dollar g'on make you holler, if you hear It's water to the rear view mirror, steer clear The soda in the pure so the yola isn't there And the quotas are severe so the hope is in arrears, you know J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée No reason to complicate the conversation Shooting the congregation is common-place, just call it another day, go J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée, épuisée And whether or not you know the song Amazing Grace keeps playing on, as if any of this could be treated by your faith, go J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée, épuisée Yeah, and if you die before you wake, at least you missed out on being baked alive or burning dissenters with higher stakes The roof is on fire Let that motherfucker burn Let that motherfucker burn J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée- Nothing's on fire Let that motherfucker burn Let that motherfucker burn J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée- The world is on fire Let that motherfucker burn Let that motherfucker burn Let that motherfucker burn