Orla Thomas - My Couch Lyrics

We joke cause we're f*cking terrified
Don't tell me what he does next
Maybe if I bury my head in the sand
I'll never get to hear again

Rich white man takes all we have
And leaves us in the dust
Wish there was something more I could do about it
That's just how these things, that's just how they go

Why do we have to wait
Why can't we just change things now
Too young to be listened to
We have to gather in millions just to be noticed

Nothing's gonna happen while I'm sitting on my couch
Gotta get out there
Gotta get out there
Gotta get out there and scream my lungs out

Rich white man took all I had
He took my money now he's gonna take my rights too
Who put him in charge of our country
Cause now there's nowhere to run to
Oh there's nowhere to run to
Oh there's nowhere to run to

Nowhere to run to
There is nowhere to run to
There is nowhere to run to