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I spend my days reading Chinese science fiction
Between the real world and the orphan master's son
I keep checking that there's one in the chamber
'Cause the real world leaves me throwing up and wishing it was done
Everybody's got a reason to march
But the fascists in the White House
Only laugh and pull another trigger
We all thought it was gonna be a teachable moment
But it only leaves me looking at Walmart headstones
And it's time that we consider
We might really need a gun
We might really need a gun
We might really need a gun
Yeah, Mac
I gotta get back
To my sugar smack
Me too, baby
You should tell 'em about the time that I threw you down the stairs
It wasn't inappropriate touching, it was attempted murder
No need to pick me out of a lineup, I admit that I was there
Now we're back
No longer theoretical conversations about governmental day rape
It's just a different brand of duct tape
And a rubber bar
A rubber bar full of rage
T-t-take me back
Help me get back
To my sugar smack
They said clean would make it better
But I miss being filthy and the cover it provides
Or the fact that I'm full of demons
Yeah, they're all screaming inside
I don't think quantum physics will save us
I've seen the Himalayan monks in the Dingboche
Watching digital porn on their enlightenment phones
Hiding recognition and black-eyed namaste
And here in Ensenada there's a bathtub full of meth
And a bathtub full of fentanyl
Everybody wants a bath but no one's getting clean
Everybody's alone
Me too, she said
ISIS slavery and genital mutilation
Now we're here in a permanent cinder block refugee camp
Reading about sexual harassment
On the executive level of a Portland advertising agency
And the cartels are so happy about legal California weed