Elephants

There must be something I just don’t get [LINK TO SONG]

It’s like I’m missing the trick

So many perfect noodles thrown

But I can’t get one to stick

They just want more of the same old shit

Four on the floor and to whine

Public splits and a fashion fit

No time for artists with spine

There’s no telling what they’ll buy

Fake Tony Stark

A blue check mark

All seeing eyes

There’s no telling what they’ll want

Whores and nuns

Grammar school guns

We’re fighting elephants

Paper eagles and holy cows

Machine-gunning their beers

Burning books and a boy in skirts

Grinding their bare gums in fear

Switching off when they hear some truth

Glitter catches their eyes

Rolling coal with a value meal

Praying for us to die

There’s no telling what they’ll buy

Fake Tony Stark

A blue check mark

All seeing eyes

There’s no telling what they’ll want

Whores and nuns

Grammar school guns

We’re fighting elephants

We’re fighting elephants

There’s surely something I just don’t get

I don’t believe what they’ll buy

They just want more of the same old shit

A phony pie in the sky

Switching off at the sound of facts

Echoing hate and lies

Everyday, fighting elephants

Stampeding for us to die

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