Amused As Hell
Get wet, get hard,
it's Tuesday
show the world you
care
trivial solutions
in trivial affairs
Tonight there is a
party
for a perfume called
'Despair'
there's been a
revolution
in women's underwear.
Now there's a
purchase to smooth every frown
trucks packed with
catalogues yawn into town
Billboards and flat
screens announce all is well
the peak of our
history,
united, assured,
amused as hell
amused as hell.
The torsos keep
gyrating,
all tattoo'd oiled
and waxed,
there's been a
revolution,
paradise is fact.
Do they fuck as well
as fake it?
Well, you only need
to ask.
Ah, such a lot of
fucking,
more than ever in the
past.
Cut to a famine, a
drought or a war,
need a break in the
fun so the wine can be poured.
The ghost of last
Christmas now plays William Tell
on the head of your
firstborn, and you should still be
amused as hell
Novelty is endless
& nothing's ever
new
but this is no
'forever'
just a thing that
planes fly through
Here on the bypass,
the loose bottom rung,
where flopsongs are
written, where dayjobs are done,
the non-sovereign
nations, in thousands, in ones,
no land and no laws,
from their black-spotted lungs
they roar out to
curse you and spit in your face.
They are not being
ironic; I think we should make
a benefit concert, a
swell carousel
where the stars
dry-hump livestock
to keep you
amused as hell
amused as hell
amused as hell
Grand Necropolitan
Grand Necropolitan
desire outstrips
demand
don't bomb Viagrastan
