B******t Dream

And cyber sex And Electronic cigarettes A spray tan on the president He's just working on a dream I guess Slimfast, botox trophy wives Pool boys, fuck toys, magic mikes You're so pretty, won't you get in line A face like that goes viral Thrift store cowboys, basic chicks Glamour camping, selfie sticks Check your online presences But never mind the grandeur Influencers indie bands Wookies, festies, lifestyle brands Electric kool aid acid test Except that you can stream it You and I wake up each morning Get groceries and take out the trash It's no use denying we broke it we're buying I'm afraid that there's no turning back So fill up the tank when it's cheapest And we'll drive till it's dry and then park Just to keep on fighting to do something right And Make love in the back of your car They say that socialism is a bullshit dream We've got a trickle down economy They mean more, but less for you and me Jesus, look at that GDP While the Underworked and underfed Underclasses understand That the factories ain't coming back And a big old wall won't do it Cuz the uber drivers are out of work And they've fired all the checkout girls And I know makes it all a little worse But these discounts are expensive Police beatings, holy wars Walmart, cocaine, surplus corn And I guess that's what the flag is for We just get what we deserve Like Opioids, diazapenes Pump the schoolkids full of speed Scare them off of shrooms and weed 'Cuz money talks it doesn't grow on trees Shanty towns in parking lots LA quakes in Arkansas Garbage Islands, martial law Still you can't trust the science You and I wake up each morning Get groceries and take out the trash It's no use denying we broke it we're buying I'm afraid that there's no turning back So fill up the tank when it's cheapest And we'll drive till it's dry and then park Just to keep on fighting to do something right And Make love in the back of your car Mascara on the anchor on the tv news Still Worried about which room you use He's got the average straight white pronoun blues And there's still a war on Christmas Jesus in the shopping malls Karaoke worship songs The rest must be Obama's fault But I think we'll thank him later Once we've Fucked the World in all directions Brought on an early Armageddon I Hope my daughter's still eleven When they beam the good ones up to heaven 'Cuz you know what they do at 12 Well they don't drink and they don't drive There's record teenage suicide They won't even go outside Unless their mama makes 'em Sittin' Home alone on the telephone Jerking off and getting stoned The kids aint sinning they're just really bored But really Can you blame them? You and I wake up each morning Get groceries and take out the trash It's no use denying we broke it we're buying I'm afraid that there's no turning back So fill up the tank when it's cheapest And drive till it's dry and then park Just to keep on fighting to do something right And Make love in the back of your car Just to keep on fighting to do something right And Make love in the back of your car