These perplexing times need accompanying instructions
To show me how I can build a future
It’s delicate
So fragile
I’m not up to much cause it feels like…
An apocalyptic novelty revolution;
Not a care in the world
Put your feet up and download
Born into what I would call comfortable has
Drained all the fight from my gut
I can’t become what I want to be now
Cause I have everything I want
Oh isn’t it lovely when I’m not doing
Anything productive
Mooching off the government
All I keep on thinking is man i need a job
When i grow up if that day comes
I need colour
I need colour
I need colour
I need colour