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Padded Cell
Écrit fin décembre, avant que ça ne déborde dans le réel. Quel visionnaire !
Written a few months ago, before the revolution started spilling out of the padded cell over here in France. Timing is everything!
Let me in
Let me have it
Turn on the faucet
Let me in
Let me at it
Open up the floodgates
Let me gawk
Let me stalk
FOMO in slow mo
Let me grasp
Let me gasp
I wanna know more
Let my indignation loose
Let my indignation spew
Let my indignation grow
Let my indignation flow
Let it all out
Then curl up on the couch
With a hot cup of cocoa
Binge a show
Everybody’s dissing
I can’t believe they’re kissing
So loco
In the oh so comfy
Padded cell
Draining all the fury
In the oh so comfy
Padded cell
Containing all the noise
Of boys being boys
Let it all out
Then curl up on the bed
With a large glass of Bordeaux
Binge a show
Everybody’s trashing
I‘ll join in on the bashing
Tomorrow
In the padded cell
Absorbing all the rage
Barely a rumble
In the outside world
Barely a mumble
Business as usual
IRL
Gotta stay in line
From nine to five
Keep my head down
Knuckle under
Gotta tow the line
From nine to five
Go with the flow
Try not to blunder
Can’t wait to retire
To my padded womb
To suckle my thumb
In the doom and gloom
Can’t wait to retire
To my padded room
To watch a thousand
Nazis bloom
Can’t wait to get back
To my padded cell
To my posse to my pack
To give em hell
Can’t wait to return
To my padded cell
To make my massive
Ego swell
Let it all out
Then curl up on the sofa
Smoking weed or tobacco
Binge a show
Everybody’s watching
Imagine you’re the dashing
Superhero
The revolution
Will be funneled
To my padded cell
The revolution will be
Sucked down the well
Of my padded cell
The revolution
Will be virtualized
In my padded cell
The revolution
Will be neutralized
In my padded cell
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By Écrit fin décembre, avant que ça ne déborde dans le réel. Quel visionnaire !
Written a few months ago, before the revolution started spilling out of the padded cell over here in France. Timing is everything!
Let me in
Let me have it
Turn on the faucet
Let me in
Let me at it
Open up the floodgates
Let me gawk
Let me stalk
FOMO in slow mo
Let me grasp
Let me gasp
I wanna know more
Let my indignation loose
Let my indignation spew
Let my indignation grow
Let my indignation flow
Let it all out
Then curl up on the couch
With a hot cup of cocoa
Binge a show
Everybody’s dissing
I can’t believe they’re kissing
So loco
In the oh so comfy
Padded cell
Draining all the fury
In the oh so comfy
Padded cell
Containing all the noise
Of boys being boys
Let it all out
Then curl up on the bed
With a large glass of Bordeaux
Binge a show
Everybody’s trashing
I‘ll join in on the bashing
Tomorrow
In the padded cell
Absorbing all the rage
Barely a rumble
In the outside world
Barely a mumble
Business as usual
IRL
Gotta stay in line
From nine to five
Keep my head down
Knuckle under
Gotta tow the line
From nine to five
Go with the flow
Try not to blunder
Can’t wait to retire
To my padded womb
To suckle my thumb
In the doom and gloom
Can’t wait to retire
To my padded room
To watch a thousand
Nazis bloom
Can’t wait to get back
To my padded cell
To my posse to my pack
To give em hell
Can’t wait to return
To my padded cell
To make my massive
Ego swell
Let it all out
Then curl up on the sofa
Smoking weed or tobacco
Binge a show
Everybody’s watching
Imagine you’re the dashing
Superhero
The revolution
Will be funneled
To my padded cell
The revolution will be
Sucked down the well
Of my padded cell
The revolution
Will be virtualized
In my padded cell
The revolution
Will be neutralized
In my padded cell