Текст песни «G.A.F.F.». Tropical Fuck Stor

One death’s a tragedy, we want the stats
Sadistic statistics keep the shit abstract
Pestilence, treachery, cloaks and daggers
When I’m talking arms length I’m talking knuckle draggers
Displeased hashtags, strange diseases
If it bleeds it leads and leaves you disbelieving
What else could go wrong?
My Black Swan’s got fleas
I’ve got a nasty case of
Give A Fuck Fatigue

Even
When you
Order
Drive thru
You’ve got
A bad case
Of Give A Fuck Fatigue

Deep fakes, false flags, fires and famine
Unicorns, uniforms, water cannons
Everybody’s going nuts
Their drugs are on drugs
Somebody do something!!!
Yeah but nobody does
Nazis hate pinkos hate MAGAts in the park
When they’re killing one another
You can tell them apart
One side is going crazy ‘bout the way you look
And the other sides does it for looks

You can’t pave the jungle but you can wear shoes
Lighten up loser, like the heretics do
Trade your guilt trip in for a holiday
From the attrition that is wishing it’s a permanent state
War made the State, the State made war
Whats the point of worrying ‘bout it anymore?
Give A Fuck Fatigue

Even
When you
Stuck in
Dole queue
You’ve got
A bad case
Of Give A Fuck Fatigue

By the graveyard there’s a carwash with a parking lot
Where the pick-up was discovered when the guard got shot
They found styrofoam and petrol mixed in mason jars
Rags and zippo lighters in the glove compartment
Hollow point bullets in an old paint tin
And the keys to an apartment at the Holiday Inn
What the fuck’s he trying to do?
Third Reich take two?
The peasants are revolting
And they’re shopping for shoes
I’ll take the wages of sin
Over the minimum wage
I’d blow myself up too man
It’s been one of them days
But I’m not a kamikaze
Don’t wanna die a martyr
I’m just looking for a latte
And a fucking phone charger
Give A Fuck Fatigue
The blood of christian children in a ping pong joint
Where a soldier of Fortune 500 wins points
Whether fighting for a cause or for a symptom
From the mouth of the horse
An anonymous source says
The Gimbals, the Tic Tacs
If they ever come back
We’ll be waterboarding Martians
With a planet earth flag
There’s too much information
I can’t get an erection
Or a stay of execution until after the election
Coz the body-cam’s live
The bodycount’s dead
Next to people making babies on the World Wide Web
Give A Fuck Fatigue

Even
When you
Walkin’
Your pooch
You’ve got
A bad case

Even
When you
Making
A move
You’ve got
A bad case

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