No I’m not the one you said you wanted when you wanted to be out of it,

I’m out of it,

And nothing is a promise,

I got luggage in my stomach from a heart attack of courage,

I’m moving to the paddock got to dial in the static,

No I’m not the one who’s gonna be there with the burning of the Forrest and the ocean turned to

porridge. I got plastic in my almond I got plastic in my shoes and now I’m walking to the paddock

gonna dial in the static.

We got to dial in the static

Who gonna eat all of the plastic

We got to dial an aesthetic. Woo!

I’m not the only one who thinks your a mother fucker,

I’m not the only one who stinks your a mother fucker

You put the money in your pocket and you never have to cop it when we’re breathing in the air it isn’t fair,

We want the truth but you don’t care and now your burning all the fossils turn the world into collossal,

treat the planet like a bitch

Now we’re breathing in the static, got to motion through the paddock, feeding plastic in the paddock

while your lieing in a hammock

Now your burning up the reason while we’re burning all the breathing and we’re dieing in the static

I’m not the only one who thinks your a mother fucker,

I’m not the only one who stinks your a mother fucker

Static, static, static, woo!