Sterile facile pop music
Lacking substance still I’ll abuse it
Shallow lifestyle still I choose it
Like a sedative I’ll use it
Fine art’s fine
But I want to roll out of a vending machine
With all the glamour of a diet coke
Rise above the cliche you say to a higher state
None of this common small talking like
I’m horny it’s Mr Hudson does it for me
But life is boredom
It’s throwing away empty plastic containers
Trashing years of love and faithfulness for this
Just for this one aching collision
Body to body and I’m coming on strong
Raw drive animal appetite
To be alive and be alive and be alive and be alive
Sterile facile pop music
Lacking substance still I’ll abuse it
Tacky lacquered saccharine
I’ll beat the shit of the shitty beat machine
The bank is a bomb shelter
Don’t explode this myth
Success equals happiness
Without that what’s left
Relationships stall decay and downfall
That’s why I’m back in the game I want the thrill of it all
Oh this one aching collision
Sterile facile pop music
Lacking substance still I’ll abuse it
Shallow lifestyle still I choose it
Like a sedative I’ll use it
Like a gentle soul I’ll bruise it
Like a final spliff I’ll twos it
Like an addict I’ll excuse it
Like a drunken kiss I’d do anything for this
Just for this one aching collision
Body to body and I’m coming on strong
Raw drive animal appetite
To be alive and be alive and be alive and be alive