Men are dogs, dogs are men
Bowing down to time, money, status, trends
Lie down and worship the screen
Spend your idle time waiting, forever amen.
The wolves, they howl till 12
The sirens, they beckon, someone’s dead
We all cry wolf as we dress as sheep
Pretending to be innocent, pure, humble, meek
Acting like wearing all black makes you unique,
Wear you waterproof mascara as you cry in the street.
And maybe one day we’ll all be friends this time
Making authentic connections, having tearful goodbyes
Looking at each other without filters eye to eye.
Until then we’ll be cool, classy, trendy, sheek
We’ll be bold, honest, smart – behind a screen
We’ll rely on blow, molly, methamphetamine.
And when the drugs stop working, we’ll just cry
And when the tears stop flowing, we’ll just die
Our so called friends will act surprised
Only there when you’re dead, never when you’re alive.
But at least there’s one thing in this life
That will keep you safe and warm at night…