I've had a shitty day and I f*cking hate the eagles
Switch the station to static, sigh and shut it off
The panic attacks as I'm trapped in traffic
There's a ten car pile up outside of the keystone mall
And yet they say
This is an inevitability
But it was built in the eighties
To satisfy industry
Base impulses of racists, and extractive economies
I've had a shitty day and I f*cking hate The Eagles
Switch the station to static. Stop it! Shut it the f*ck off!
It's just my father warned me
If I'm not a Tory
By the time I'm forty
Then I won't have a brain
But now that I've climbed that hill
Looking 'round I still
Can't make any sense of it
It all feels so insane
To me
This lack of creativity
Inducing our own misery
Perpetuate our suffering
For what reason? Why?
To feel a false facade of freedom?
Fund bob rohman's sex dungeon?
For a taste for entitlement and power?
To fuel the drive for entitlement and power?
I hate the f*cking eagles