Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 Minute Faltz, artist - Little Comets. Date of issue: 30.06.2019
Song language: English
3 Minute Faltz |
| Total sexist adoration spills across a stilted nation |
| All the males that are equipped with shoulders made of oven chips |
| Overeating, exercising, diet fads and those denying |
| Climate change is in abundance, building homes on frozen tundras |
| Texting while you should be driving, Earth is flat but you’re surviving |
| Eating only steaks and hoping global warming’s some sort of hoax |
| And now you’re feeling European, I wish you were a human being |
| Whales have eaten all the plastics, fill the sea with geriatrics |
| Solve the ills of social care until they wash up everywhere |
| Cos I’ve always told ya they put things in the water |
| And toxic masculinity is now a fragrance on aisle three |
| We spray it on ourselves without the slightest hint of the irony |
| Everyone’s dead but that was in the future |
| While you’re alive just contemplate your duty to the |
| Screen in your hand eventually will destroy ya |
| Is this au fait or just my paranoia |
| Saying something about nothing? |
| Slip me a pill to kill this familiar |
| Feeling that I’ve been out on a limb, yeah |
| Everything is overrated, axioms of grief conflating |
| Sentimental throngs of people mourn for things |
| Designed to keep them blithely pining God’s attention |
| Look around you, who should mention |
| Clearly it’s intended to make you feel dependent |
| And sugar is the new religion, pile it in to all your children |
| It’s ok, relapse, repeat, get ripped you know and whiten your teeth |
| Seeds in the clouds and drugs in the water |
| Sun in the sky to give you melanoma |
| Stay in the house and irrigate your cuticles |
| While outside the boys build another death star |
| And you say something close to nothing |
| Because you thought you were on top of it |
| And now you realize nothing’s stopping it |
| Maybe I will, maybe I won’t |
| Go for the throat, humanity needs another sick note |
| Fight in the aisles consuming hallelujah |
| Exist on your own terms, else they’ll sock it to ya |