Back then it was 404 Now it’s just all there is Racking up all that’s left Hidden beneath the fridge Back then it was 404 Now it’s just all that’s left Now it’s just all that’s left This ain’t the sum of it We’re just giving you some of it This ain’t a summer gig This is a freeze in the sauna gig Look what we incited Looking for bookies to try us Rarely excited Looking for thrills? Then just let us incite it Would be a waste, man To be living with Wasteman And not getting paid Knife in the waistband Posted up like a kickstand Just guarding our place You son of a gun This son of a dog Might get sprung If you run If you run then you run If you’re running for something We’ll still get you done, yeah? Sometimes I can barely see Through the clouds and the sickened sea Let it come down Let it bury me I don’t think I would even get half a pint If I spent everything that I’ve sold And all of the seeds that you sew to sell seats And you see that the cushions are cold I’m not a soldier And I ain’t assaulting the scene But if you try to pull that rank up on me I’m an alien don’t know what you mean Kicking with waste man Knife in the waistband Alien spaceman

These monsters are motherless sons You’ve got to stay away From all the runts that have come undone I get it get it and spread it, intend to sever This cerebellum might make it to centre better Incentive enter and kick it from forward centre Said a sedentary mention Might send you a certain letter Standing centre just staring like David Guetta This set is setting off everything, I don’t sweat it Sediment in the session and if you let her, She might set it on your sofa get the bofa – I know better Black mud, coke bottles 'tween the rotting bodies Bad bump, coke bubbles ’tween the rotting bobbies I’ll presume it’s a joke and I roll on Green suit on an incel that shaped like King Kong Big tooth it’s an insult to keep the show going He shoot but on the inside he think the ball rolling What you think it sound like, huh? What you think it’s something you don’t see it just go bump in the night, right? Something doesn’t sound right. And if you’re trying to play it off ironic you’re mnemonically a bum like Big Ups to your Mother she undone Her whole damn life to raise this young one And he came out wetter than if he stayed If I switched up the weather you’d stay a dim son I’m the catch of the day, you cool quicker than dim sum If the rats in a cluster, I come out the king one If I smash when I’m busting, you already been done If I crash with a fattie, you order a thin one These monsters are motherless sons You’ve got to stay away From all the runts that have come undone I get it get it, pick fingers below the sigil No one said it but I’m tethered to get tricked into a quibble No one’s bled but if you’re ready we might take this for a little Bada-bada-ba drum the orchestra, you’re second fiddle Stickin’ the boot down with you Stick in the pool, no river You’re buddy’s another one to get pulled down with you Pickin’ the fools no issue Flicking through rules, no issue You’re wearing a uniform, gonna dispose you like a tissue You’re wearing a uniform can’t explain what is your issue Ready to die for a cause where no one is gonna miss you Steady my eye on your course the trick is to get ‘em where they’re going If I’m honest I’m ecstatic you’re not showing signs of slowing If I’m honest I just wanna watch this be a civil war Winning if we’re killing the very thing that you’re fighting for Singing while you’re spinning soliloquies to empty seats And in defeat you’re seated beneath embassies and enemies These monsters are motherless sons You’ve got to stay away From all the runts that have come undone

These parts got a lot a false starts These parts get hard gotta start on it strong These parts break hearts, lotta broken down songs And if the tone looking up then it’s wrong These parts the start is the end of a tong With the edge looking white in the dawn and they staunch These parts interns stay until they end lease Tell tales ’til they get their reprieve and conceive of it Gotta fight a grim urge to get lurching over sturgeons wanna call my port home Fucked up on a turtle it’s hurting cos his defence is a portable throne Just sitting pretty on a jagged crystal city Gotta get a gilded gold spitoon This shitty city owe me about a fifty if I’m gonna have to keep going on but it’s on, though Look what you’re saying There’s a lot to explain ‘Round here Every time I get on I get thrown down, sautéed like a discount mignon Cannot be tamed There’s a lot of cruel fame Don’t fear Nothing but bone get a grizzle on you’re out of a home You’re alone Look what you’re saying There’s a lot to explain ‘Round here Would ya put ya food upon it Would ya would ya Put your food upon it I get displayed Rack it with the reigns But I’m exiting splayed Weave sage in the mane ‘Round here And the siege get a breather Cos we leave when the heater get gamed Got doors kicked in so i headed up north Knew the cops wouldn’t come before I hopped off the porch Don’t drip too hard you don’t wanna get touched You get rolled for ya rings let alone a new Porsche These parts they’re smart when they’re toting the hammer No gun, didn’t stammer, I mean a literal hammer No fun when your memory a funeral banner If they get physical you better hope your lyricals mattered I’m just teasing you if I had all these dreams on a platter Like if my sleaze was appealing and you find yourself flattered And these knees lifted easier my jumper was patterned And the steeze even crispier what would I do about it? These parts, these parts still be where I belong Change the scene but still seen with my wack-ass songs ancient beings got these schemes about what I did wrong then I’m just OK with you boomers know we don’t get along

I could use somebody but I don’t know I’d do Might confuse somebody for a buddy that I knew Night consumes the body and the product turning blue White inside the blinding light igniting me and you And I just think it might be nice to try out something new So take me right out of the box and show me what to do But warranties expire, I’m feeling tired I take a sigh Back on my bullshit, knew this would happen I can’t lie Cos I’m Swimming in the dentistry Dripping like dipped in Hennessy Sipping a slice of lemon, seeds Flipping between enamel sheaths Sticky gripping gorilla teeth Kissy lips on a hollow tip Shipped ‘em off on a crucifix Tipped off you’re feeling cross with this Oesophagus is gripping like an octopus It’s monstrous, hiccoughing hippopotamus No popping it, fist pumping the top off of this Wrist oscillate, lobotomy’s impending Call it a reach but I could swear I’m still extending Call it a beach but your sandbox just pretending Might get impeached if your precedent defending Keep the receipts just in case you get offended You can ask for your money back from the handcuffed defendant Cos I’m Swimming in the dentistry Dripping like dipped in Hennessy Sipping a slice of lemon, seeds Flipping between enamel sheaths Sticky gripping gorilla teeth Kissy lips on a hollow tip Shipped ‘em off on a crucifix Tipped off you’re feeling cross with this

Saw you on the 59 Baby girl you looked so fine Knew I didn’t have long to act Never ever had a lot of time But don’t it make you think Maybe the thirst ain’t worth the drink? Why it always go Like, wait a minute hold up hold on I think I had a line for this I think I had too much smoke 26 to the second, I swear to you Junk bug nothing compare to you Aerial picking up your transmission Puttin’ on a show but I’ma listen for a minute Could I be you for a minute? Could I be you for a minute, my love? Just to know how it feel When you’re looking at me Like a four course meal I feel so good in your moonlight But this life ain’t made for me It ain’t made for me It ain’t made for you It ain’t made for three Baby it’s made for two Maybe it’s meant to be What are we supposed to do? When I’ma make believe That you’re my majesty What am i supposed to do? Smoke slow Take the credit in the bedroom There’s a hotel room that’s bled out like a dead womb Take the credit card and resume There’s an old town girl that’s headed for your headroom And I said it to the sentinel No declarative sentiment to send to you And through the sediment and Fentanyl The celebrant and scented candles next to you