Private Execution

The best songs are like bad dreams If you can cover all the exits Yeah, but, one by one, they blur and you're forgetting all the words By the time you get to breakfast A reckoning election A politician's corkscrew A credit card, minibar, private rental car And a Western education 12 square feet of dirty day The whole world made to order I'm either taking up more space than I have taken up before Or the days are getting shorter Now I'm smoking in a blindfold In an Indonesian courtyard Oh, I always thought 'bout quitting, but then there's that reptilian And his business is to die hard Oh, but now I'm feeling kinda free I'm going straight to DVD Yeah, I'm losing my ambition, going into remission Yeah, I've put it all behind me I want a private execution Give me a private execution I want a private execution For free Yeah, the Kuala Lumpur Sunway Is crammed with koro cases And destination shoppers showing telepathic kindness And pensioned master races The carpark of the high court A former soccer stadium Five stars full of assholes, complimentary bathrobes Fixed civilisation But what do fish know about water? I'm probably someone's entertainment Yeah, but let's change the topic before I get misanthropic It's only a vacation Yeah, tell me 'bout the old days Was there ever any violence? Smack-tick-tock-bang onomatopoeias Disappearing into silence Yeah, but I'm feeling kinda free I'm going straight to DVD I'm losing my ambition, going into remission I've put it all behind me I want a private execution Give me a private execution I want a private execution For free I want a private execution A private execution A private execution For free