They've got your attention, the fat and the furiousAnd your atrophied legs can't runThey've got your attention, the juvenile jiltedDerailing all discourse for funThey've got your attention, the slapstick insurgentsWith giggles and shits and grenadesThey've got your attention, deluders and doxxersSelf-righteous self-styled renegadesThey've got your attention, the groomers and griftersAnd they've all done their own researchThey've got your attention, antagonized fanboysWhile Nazis and rapists sell merch
All this skillful stimuli, oppression and opprobriumYou'd think I'd riot? You'd think I'd cry?Instead I sit here, fucking numbThe village hall's on fire all dayAnd nobody knows anyoneI play to win, I came to slaySo come ahead then, one on one
I want to suck on a stoneTaste the salt from the seaRest my head in the arms of a treeI want to swim in a brookPush my toes in the mudAnd forage from berries and budsI want to graze on some goosegrassChew on chickweed, lie down in Norfolk ReedI want to strip by a streamFeel my balls on the breezeSlide my hand in your jeans and squeeze
But they've got my attention at the paperless pulpitAnd I hungrily swallow their baitThey've got my attentionWith tridents and truthbombs and sidebars and shockdrops and hate
They've got your attentionAnd they're not giving it backThey've got our attentionAnd they really, really hate DisneyThey've got my attentionAnd I think I love it
Arab Strap
Allatonceness
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