Garbage
The Weirdos Lyrics

Smile for the camera, shake the right hands
Do all the things that a garbage can
Your narcissistic whinging betrays fascist tropes
As you do the kind of shit that smothers all hope
Take like it's breathing and hate like it's fun
Leave a trail of tears and smoking guns
Step over the bodies like they're props on your show
Where's it gonna stop? Nobody knows!

You get off on the fact that nobody believes you. You'd bail but the corner you're painted in feeds you.
With every word you seethe desperation;
It's not even enough to have a whole hostage nation.
There will never be a world that's better with you in it.
The death rattle of your generation's near finished.
A sentient brain-damaged ego sob-screaming
And pledging allegiance to losing it completely.

You've never once implied that you're a human being.
You're not a man; you're a projection screen.
Not a single honest John is complicit in your con;
Just feral oligarchs and their hateful qultist cogs.
They handed you the keys to go and do them proud
Never quite believing that you'd burn it to the ground.
You can turn the whole planet into a roiling hell
And still get to die in a comfortable cell.