The Paris End of Collins St

here you come now in the acid rain

wearing a very big jacket, for a very small lady

we’re standing at the Paris end of Collins St

at the bloody end of capitalism baby

and drinking we’re green juice, and breathing car fumes

feeling an overwhelming sense of doom

don’t let it go

tell me some things never change

that’s alright by me

that’s alright by me

you’ll carry on

on and on and on like you should

i’m high on MDMA in Bunnings

holding hands with the guy in the paint section

i don't wanna go to the art gallery and pretend that i get it

i want to watch movies with happy endings

don’t let it go

tell me some things never change

that’s alright by me

that’s alright by me

you’ll carry on

on and on and on like you should

lose, weight and change your face

have you heard there’s tourism in space

take me off the pain machine

this is my bad dream live stream

don’t let it go

tell me some things never change

that’s alright by me

that’s alright by me

you’ll carry on

on and on and on like you should