It is also the name of a five-piece band from Northern England formed in 1995 that refers to their rebellious rock as "post-grunge cinematic hip-hop" and sports members Mr. Blonde (vocals and rhythm guitar), Roy Frost (bass), John Snakey (guitar), Stu Boy (drums), and Swindelli on vocals.
Wasted
Manbreak Lyrics
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The thought of it, it's just the look of it so sell me something I don't
Need. You can change but it still remains empty homes on a cardboard face.
It's not the politic, that's just a bad of tricks so tell me something that
I don't know.
[Chorus:]
Lie down we're all wasted keeping me out but I can't change it, lie down
I get tolled on a free range road, open day on a fast rood roll, it's on
The back of it the list of additives that keep you moving until you stop,
Look out
[Chorus:]
Lie down we're all wasted keeping me out but I can't change it, lie down
We're all wasted, keeping me out but I can't change it.
My life so uneventful, everything is just a waste of time, my life so
Uneventful, everything you see has got to be denied.
[Chorus:]
Lie down we're all wasted keeping me out but I can't change it, lie down
We're all wasted, keeping me out but I can't change it.
The lyrics of Manbreak's song Wasted seem to touch upon themes of addiction, consumption, and futility. The opening lines "I get high on pesticide, you won't die cause it tastes all right, it's not the thought of it, it's just the look of it" describe a sense of being addicted to something harmful despite knowing better, and perhaps even finding it appealing on some level. The line "so sell me something I don't need" speaks to the idea of being constantly bombarded with messages to consume, often for reasons that aren't rooted in actual necessity.
The chorus of the song emphasizes a feeling of being trapped or stuck, unable to change despite recognizing that something is wrong. The repeated line "keeping me out but I can't change it" suggests a sense of being shut out from a better or healthier life, yet feeling powerless to do anything about it. The reference to "empty homes on a cardboard face" and "everything you see has got to be denied" reinforce this sense of futility and a lack of genuine connection or meaning in the world.
The verses of Wasted touch upon themes of addiction, consumerism, and a sense of being trapped or stuck. The chorus reinforces this feeling of futility and powerlessness. The song seems to be asking the listener to consider whether they are truly in control of their own lives, and whether the things they are consuming (both literally and metaphorically) are truly serving them in a meaningful way.
Line by Line Meaning
I get high on pesticide, you won't die cause it tastes all right, it's not
I indulge in harmful substances and although it may not be immediately lethal, it is still dangerous.
The thought of it, it's just the look of it so sell me something I don't
Need.
I am attracted to things based on their appearance alone, and am willing to spend money on useless items.
You can change but it still remains empty homes on a cardboard face.
Even if things appear different on the surface, the underlying reality is still disappointing and unfulfilling.
It's not the politic, that's just a bad of tricks so tell me something that
I don't know.
The political situation is just a facade, and I am looking for something new and intriguing.
Lie down we're all wasted keeping me out but I can't change it, lie down
We're all wasted, keeping me out but I can't change it.
I feel excluded from society and overwhelmed by the prevalence of substance abuse, but am unable to break free from it.
I get tolled on a free range road, open day on a fast rood roll, it's on
The back of it the list of additives that keep you moving until you stop,
Look out
I am speeding through life without a clear direction, and the list of harmful things I am exposed to is constantly expanding.
My life so uneventful, everything is just a waste of time, my life so
Uneventful, everything you see has got to be denied.
My existence feels devoid of purpose, and everything I encounter seems pointless and insignificant.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN SHAND, WILLIAM MORRISON
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