Look up
The stars are coming out tonight
So the pap arrive
And the people dance
Though they're dead inside
Slowly makin' bank
Face against the glass
It slides, slides, slides, slides
I'd like a FastPass to the bath
A place I couldn't be any further off it
The path
The ever-looping playback
The fast swiping
The gaslighting
The dick riding
The drink spiking
The effortless denying
And the time you waste by trying
Oh I-
I'll just watch you work your magic
As I sit I've let the man in
He proceeds at his discretion
And sings to the doe-eyed
Now, that's a vibe
People who spout "howdy neighbour"
Swear that I relive it every second I'm alive
Shaking hands with the guy I despise
When you give
He takes
And then just talks too much
Until the words create
A surface level dust
I'd pay to watch the shadow man boxing
They'd start a Patreon for a pool heater
I can't make my bed in the RAF base
They grant a permit which gives the grim reaper
Permission to land wherever he damn well pleases
Well, given my godlike abundance of gift cards
Our diamond anniversary in overdraft
Claims that he kinda, sorta, maybe understands
Little penthouse pet
On the piss up
Do your math
When you give
He takes
And then just talks too much
Until the words create
A serviceable dust
I'd pay to watch the shadow man boxing
This next extension, everyone's boxed in
(Don't make a molehill out of a mountain)
Stabilisers on my seat
I quietly observe the screen
Sabrina died against her will
Cause somebody shared a tweet
Entertainment industries
Still built by boys who swap receipts
I am the senate, the terror, ITV
Please don't let the ratings bleed
"So, back to it"