Lyrics and Music by Nicholas Toone. ©2024.

wakey wakey, head is achey, mouth is dry
you’re craving eggs and bakey
but you grab the slab and start to fry your nerves
mainline some gloss, mainline some rage
mainline a know it all rampage, mainline a slight so the anxiety
hits.
just.
right.

they promise tender loving care right over here
no! over there!
wrapped in delusions and absurdities that come ready to wear
but it’s too tight in the crotch, your belt don’t need another notch
whatever!
lift your pinky finger, swirl the ice that’s in your scotch

SHIT SON!
OH! WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

\m/ heavy metal laugh \m/

grind and churn in sleepless toil to manufacture the snake oil
that’s at the whims and fingertips of one narcissistic scroyle
or another
cage them all together then sit back and see if whether
they team up or come untethered
snap!

‘cos there’s a heaping dose of shit in everything that seems legit
so close your eyes and hold your nose and open up and
swallow it
it’s all there, it can’t see you but goddamn it can feel you
so strap yourself in as it inspects and deceives you

SHIT SON!
OH! WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!