punk’s dead. the world’s grey. the Sun rules, it sucks life out of each day. i hate love. it’s soap sex and fake pink castles. you took real life and left me a plastic matrix of cartoon people who talk loud but don’t say anything except ‘don’t stay in, go join in, find a friend, drink some gin.
you won’t put the world to rights unless you can sleep at night. let her go.
’ but my heart is broken. my heart is broken. i’m lost to goodness, i’m such a mess now you’re gone.
the planet is dead, babe, except for the part that you’re on . tv clowns in fuck me heels, businessmen with smug fat smiles, grey ideas and grey-haired fear, i’m trying to love you but it just got harder.