Lyrics Fry - The Orwells

Fry

I need to be an abstract lover
The taste of team, the taste of others
Tattooed in blue, tattooed in color
To keep my mind stuck in the gutter
It’s fine (it's fine)
Gone in my mind
These times (these times)
They left me blind
I’ll find (I'll find)
A place to hide
And fry!
There must be something in the water
Their mild obsession with mass slaughter
Billboard topping entertainers
Baghdad, that is shitty flavor
TV nation, channel changers
Rob your family, kill your neighbors!
It’s fine (it's fine)
Gone in my mind
These times (these times)
They left me blind
I’ll find (I'll find)
A place to hide
And fry!
It’s fine (it's fine)
Gone in my mind
These times (these times)
They left me blind
I’ll find (I'll find)
A place to hide
And fry!