Cast me down a junkie,
Place the monkey on my back,
Make sure you cut it open first and stuff it full of crack,
Will that keep you gratified,
Satisfied for now,
Let you feel your mocking privilege whilst ignorant to how.
It’s an overrated overstated masturbated farce,
Letting bloodhounds Shepard sheep,
Whilst they smoke their fat cigars.
Take another vow of silence,
Enjoy your two weeks in the sun,
Whilst I melt their fear of what we are,
To make bullets for my gun.