‘String Me Up, String Me Out'

Your department has repeatedly neglected
To deliver on the promises
You made
And I'm increasingly ending
Days without having dressed, which
Suggests I've failed

But hey, who cares what success is
Since psychotic bureaucracy wrecked this
Pathetic town?

There's more bang for your buck…
But I can't be bothered to duck

Pump me full of soporific love
And never let me come down
I have done my mortal rounds
String my diseased flesh high above
The bloodthirsty, baying crowd
String me up…string me out

I have experienced a catastrophic loss
Of faith in your party, though it's of
No surprise
‘Cause I've experienced a catastrophic loss
Of faith in this thing what
They call ‘life'

So, I concede to the inevitable corporate cock
I'm ready for my exploitation – I'm not
Proud

I'm going to the concrete to suck
Off the decades of municipal muck

Pump me full of soporific love
And never let me come down
I have done my mortal rounds
String my diseased flesh high above
The bloodthirsty, baying crowd
String me up…string me out

Look in my eyes - and this is the truth -
I really don't give a fuck what happens to
Me now…me now

Pump me full of soporific love
And never let me come down
I have done my mortal rounds
String my diseased flesh high above
The bloodthirsty, baying crowd
String me up…string me out.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2011