There must be something I just don't get
It's like I'm missing the trick
So many perfect noodles thrown
But I can't get one to stick
They just want more of the same old shit
Four on the floor and to whine
Public splits and a fashion fit
No time for artists with spine
There's no telling what they'll buy
Fake Tony Stark
A blue check mark
All seeing eyes
There's no telling what they'll want
Whores and nuns
Grammar school guns
We're fighting elephants
Paper eagles and holy cows
Machine-gunning their beers
Burning books and a boy in skirts
Grinding their bare gums in fear
Switching off when they hear some truth
Glitter catches their eyes
Rolling coal with a value meal
Praying for us to die
There's no telling what they'll buy
Fake Tony Stark
A blue check mark
All seeing eyes
There's no telling what they'll want
Whores and nuns
Grammar school guns
We're fighting elephants
We're fighting elephants
There's surely something I just don't get
I don't believe what they'll buy
They just want more of the same old shit
A phony pie in the sky
Switching off at the sound of facts
Echoing hate and lies
Everyday, fighting elephants
Stampeding for us to die