Graham Stoney - Everything Is Fucked Lyrics

Everything is f*cked
It might as well get chucked
My dishwasher is broken
Think I'll throw it in the ocean
Because everything is f*cked
I might as well get stuffed
My mum and dad have cancer
And there's no such thing as Santa
And the girl I love is dating
A drummer named Dave
She's prob'ly his sex slave
Everything is f*cked
I'm getting rather puffed
Some days I feel so tired
That I can't get out of bed
The doctors give me blank looks
Say "It's all just in your head"
You'd think that they were joshing
But then why can't I stop coughing?
There is no God
Yet the guilt and fear remain
And it's pouring rain
I think I made a small mistake
Somewhere along the line
That somehow got all magnified
By the passages of time
And while my insecurities
Are there for all to see
What if my inner critic
Is actually the real me?
Everything is f*cked
Everything is f*cked
We might as well get stuffed
I'm giving up on yoga
And I panicked in a toga, that's why
Everything is f*cked
The world can go get stuffed
I'm sick of meditation
And I need some inspiration
I'm so damn tired of the voice
That's in my head
I'm wishing it was dead
I used to think that I was
Such a positive up-beat guy
But now I've got this feeling
It was all a filthy lie
And if you should expect
A happy ending to this song
I'll break it to you gently
You are dead arse f*cking wrong
Because everything is f*cked
Everything is f*cked
Everything is f*cked