Sheared (Pinking Shears rework)

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée

Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

Talk to 'em, yeah

Mandy, Indiana

It's Clipping.

Cream of the flooding crop

A tree fell in the burning woods, it sounded like hurricane season

The dream is all crooked cops, retail, markup on basic goods, an ex-president gettin' away with treason

Welcome to the first world (first world)

The boot straps leave the bread-weight print on your face

Pledge allegiance to the money you make, the same money they take

There's no running from this schism, it's fate, so fuck it

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée

Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

Uh, so better pray to some god or other

The game is the father figure and bright is the hustle make you away, go

Dans cette saloperie d'société, j'ai plus envie d'me réveiller

Quand on laisse des humains crever

Huh, put on display all the wreckage that they have made

Every second ticking away, the remainder of brighter days, go

Qaund on choisit nos réfugiés, y'a que les blonds qu'on laisse rеntrer

Ceux qu'on bombarde on envoie chier

Uh, and if you die before you wake, at least you missed out on being baked alive or burning dissenters with higher stakes

Keep a rib-eye open, no lies spoken, just whole lot ghosting and the three-wheel motion

Turn around real slow with your hands up high and your mouth on wide for the "Blagh!"

He dead, keep the stone-fruit skin peeled

The juice on chin feel the next of kin burned in some instant

Wheel of fortune, full-time and gerrymander black and white panda

To almighty dollar g'on make you holler, if you hear

It's water to the rear view mirror, steer clear

The soda in the pure so the yola isn't there

And the quotas are severe so the hope is in arrears, you know

J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

Ce monde de merde m'a épuisée

Ça fait des années que j'suis claquée

No reason to complicate the conversation