The Paranoyds
Barbwire on the fence
Doesn't make any sense
Why would I wanna keep
Cool shit away from me?
This green isn't green
It's muddy with gasoline
There's filth in the swimming pool
They threw away all the tools
Superiority
That shit's not for me
They wanna get a carnage bargain
I wanna pick up garbage
Garbage
Ever since he's been crowned
All I see are orange clowns
Keeping up a clean appearance
Smiling, evil laugh, fear it
How much more can I get?
Sleepless nights, feeling sick
God can feel the sun on me
I'm guilt-ridden, lucky
I'm trying to be nice
It's live from your device
They wanna get a carnage bargain
I wanna pick up garbage