Emma Goldman - I Dont Think Much At All Lyrics

      

I dont think much at all
by Emma Goldman

Verse 1
Cash hand
Dry washing
Like lick that shit up
I'll lick that shit up
Techniques scaly a la
Damn he's productive
For a Seroquel head

Verse 2
Soft soap
Delicacy
To go with the
I think you forgot my fries
Dopamine
Deficiency
To go with the

Verse 3
Backhand comments
Titillate
You can see the urge
To give some two-bit
Labour tips rich for
Her allowance

Pre-Chorus
To nicotine emptiness
The boredom pairs
Well with the longing
Pairs well with the

Chorus
Why don't you fuck
Why don't you fuck off
Why don't you fuck
Why don't you fuck right off
Why don't you fuck
Why don't you fuck off
Why don't you fuck
Why don't you fuck right off now

Verse 4
We're free market
Cyber sluts
In line
For diagnosis they
Seem desperate to call
My comrades and I
Chеap counter service whorеs

Instrumental Break

 In decline a whole
Generation raised on
Snuff films thinking not
Much of a mind at all
That doesn't go a hundred
Miles a minute

Outro
Some commercial convinced me
To use it to my advantage
Some commercial convinced me to use it to my advantage
I have hippies tell me that my burnt skin is political every day
I have old teachers tell me my parents should be so ashamed of me
I want to jump over the counter and stab some clueless customer
With a dull fucking chef knife