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Performative is, as performative does
It remains the same as it always was
Good God I'd hate to be you
Dogmatic and nailed to that point of you
A pound of flesh, a pint of bitter
Can't you see everything here's getting shitter and shitter
It was never the small boats, it was never the immigrants
It was cage fighting racists and the hedge fund business
It was never the workers, it was never the drag queens, it was never the strikers or the ones with a dream
To come here and make a good life
Come here let's make a good life
How can you not see that we're two sides of the same coin rolling around in someone else's pocket
How can you not see that gulf between us and not want to join like the arm in it's socket
How can you not see that great divide and not do something to stop it
How can you not see that great divide and not do something to stop it
I have been programmed, I have been schooled, by centuries of dealing with you
The bleeding hearts that ran us all dry
I have the right idea
The cream rises to the top
And why should it stop, why should it stop
Why should it stop, why should it stop
Performative is, as performative does
It remains the same, as it always was
Come on you know it's true, problematic but we all knew
A pound of flesh, a pint of bitter
Yeah I know everything here's getting shitter and shitter
Who made the battery in their phones?
Who died for the oil that heats their homes?
Who picked the cane and made the sugar that they gorged themselves on and on and on and on.
How can you not see that great divide and not do something to stop it
How can you not see that great divide and not do something to stop it
