Shriekback - Squanderer lyrics

All the grunts and the c*nts and the fops in the punts Waiting for an inundation The expense is immense, doesn't make any sense Meaningless a**imilation There is a stain which remains, it remains on the brain Needs a lot of medication I'm with the s*uts in the huts, I'm distressingly nuts Renting some exhilaration I'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderer I'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderer I want the cla**ical tunes and a house on the moon Multiple accommodations I wanna get me a lick of the ecstasy stick Paranormal innovations I want the head of a faun and a swan on the lawn Neo-Roman fornications I want the blood-gutter rush, an Imperial gush Never mind the implications I'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderer I'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderer We unloaded our loads on the rocks in the roads Burning up with stimulation While the brutes in the suits with their filthy pursuits Polished up their reputations Now the crew with their brews and the news of the screws Do no bear examination And the ghouls with the tools and contempt for the rules Beggar the imagination They're all squanderers! Squanderer Meet the squanderers! Squanderer I had a shag in a bag on a liminal jag Feeling like an installation It left the chick on the till and your automobile Stupefied with indignation There's a witch on the wire with her head in the fire Flaunting her emaciation They got the clocks for the rocks and a bear in a box Rabid with anticipation Squanderers! Squanderers! Squanderers! The go around and round and round and round...