Have A Nice Life - Waiting For Black Metal Records To Come In The Mail lyrics

What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies Is that, the stars can swim a thousand dark miles Before they ever see the floor again With their backs against the wall on these last days But then, we knew that would happen anyway You drop that pitch-black pall Over us, one and all, again To propel your national machines Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine A thousand tiny lives Disappear into the black stretch I guess I thought I'd feel something but I didn't Yes, that's a myth I would give anything For a cool gla** of water Without this poisonous oil No It's never going to be good enough There's no air anywhere It's all money now Wouldn't you do the same?