It seems that the crux of the matter got muffled
It sounds how it looks my bro
And it looks like a bundle of old books all battered and ruffled
A fraction only touch quite close
But like the end of the six o'clock news
My notes getting scattered and shuffled
I'm up, I'm at 'em, I think I might have cracked it
You know the world going to only feed you from the taps or the udders
Or the back of the cupboard
Ain't much I know, but I know that
And I know that we're f*cked
All the rafts getting scuppered
All the facts snowed under
All the ads with the money
Til they're out of the running
Or their taxes have plummeted
Immaculate punishment for shit I've no part in
But hardship's just part of it partially, I put my card in
The machine with a grudge like how Wasilewski puts an arm in
Your harping don't stunt my growth
Stunt artist with, trump cards
And a bit of something different weaved in like a carpet
Not arsed with the art installation you were born in to
Or the f*cking bored apes that you bought in to
Get them torn in two
Charming
It's calming
To feel like my head don't need guarding
Beg your pardon
What's your message regarding
A fraction only touch quite close to it
Don't get bitter
Don't get bitter
That inner ear
Yeah
Sings better
That inner ear
Yeah
Sings better