punk's dead. the world's grey.
the Sun rules, it sucks life out of each day.
i hate love. it's soap stars and fake pink castles.
you took real life and left me a plastic matrix of cartoon people who talk loud but don't say anything except 'don't stay in, go join in, find a friend, drink some gin.
you won't put the world to rights unless you can sleep at night. let her go.'
but my heart is broken. my heart is broken.
i'm lost to goodness, i'm such a mess now you're gone.
the planet is dead, babe, except for the part that you're on.
tv clowns in fuck me heels, businessmen with smug fat smiles, grey ideas and grey-haired fear, i'm trying to love you but it just got harder.