Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Little Comets

3 Minute Faltz

 

3 Minute Faltz


Total sexist adoration spills across a stilted nation
All the males that are equipped with shoulders made of oven chips
Overeating, exercising, diet fads and those denying
Climate change is in abundance, building homes on frozen tundras
Texting while you should be driving, Earth is flat but you're surviving
Eating only steaks and hoping global warming's some sort of hoax

And now you're feeling European, I wish you were a human being
Whales have eaten all the plastics, fill the sea with geriatrics
Solve the ills of social care until they wash up everywhere
Cos I've always told ya they put things in the water
And toxic masculinity is now a fragrance on aisle three
We spray it on ourselves without the slightest hint of the irony

Everyone's dead but that was in the future
While you're alive just contemplate your duty to the
Screen in your hand eventually will destroy ya
Is this au fait or just my paranoia
Saying something about nothing?
Slip me a pill to kill this familiar
Feeling that I've been out on a limb, yeah

Everything is overrated, axioms of grief conflating
Sentimental throngs of people mourn for things
Designed to keep them blithely pining God's attention
Look around you, who should mention
Clearly it's intended to make you feel dependent
And sugar is the new religion, pile it in to all your children
It's ok, relapse, repeat, get ripped you know and whiten your teeth

Seeds in the clouds and drugs in the water
Sun in the sky to give you melanoma
Stay in the house and irrigate your cuticles
While outside the boys build another death star
And you say something close to nothing
Because you thought you were on top of it
And now you realize nothing's stopping it
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Go for the throat, humanity needs another sick note
Fight in the aisles consuming hallelujah
Exist on your own terms, else they'll sock it to ya

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?