Letra G.A.F.F. Tropical Fuck Storm

G.A.F.F.

One death’s a tragedy, we want the stats
Sadistic statistics keep the shit abstract
Pestilence, treachery, cloaks and daggers
When I’m talking arms length I’m talking knuckle draggers
Displeased hashtags, strange diseases
If it bleeds, it leads and leaves you disbelieving
What else could go wrong? My black swan’s got fleas
I’ve got a nasty case of give-a-fuck-fatigue

Even when you
Order drive-thru
You’ve got a bad case
Of give-a-fuck-fatigue

Deep fakes, false flags, fires and famine
Unicorns, uniforms, water cannons
Everybody’s going nuts, their drugs are on drugs
'Somebody do something!' Yeah, but nobody does
Nazis hate pinkos hate MAGAts in the park
When they’re killing one another, you can tell them apart
One side is going crazy ‘bout the way you look
And the other sides does it for looks

You can’t pave the jungle but you can wear shoes
Lighten up loser, like the heretics do
Trade your guilt trip in for a holiday
From the attrition that is wishing it’s a permanent state
War made the State, the State made war
Whats the point of worrying ‘bout it anymore?
Give-a-fuck-fatigue

Even when you
Stuck in dole queue
You’ve got a bad case
Of give-a-f-f-fuck-fatigue

By the graveyard there’s a carwash with a parking lot
Where the pick-up was discovered when the guard got shot
They found styrofoam and petrol mixed in mason jars
Rags and zippo lighters in the glove compartment
Hollow point bullets in an old paint tin
And the keys to an apartment at the Holiday Inn
What the fuck’s he trying to do? Third Reich take two?
The peasants are revolting and they’re shopping for shoes
I’ll take the wages of sin over the minimum wage
I’d blow myself up too, man, it’s been one of them days
But I’m not a kamikaze, don’t wanna die a martyr
I’m just looking for a latte and a fucking phone charger
Give-a-fuck-fatigue

The blood of Christian children in a ping pong joint
Where a soldier of Fortune 500 wins points
Whether fighting for a cause or for a symptom
From the mouth of the horse an anonymous source says:
'The Gimbals, the Tic Tacs, if they ever come back
We’ll be waterboarding Martians with a planet earth flag'
There’s too much information, I can’t get an erection
Or a stay of execution until after the election
'Cause the body-cam’s live, the body count’s dead
Next to people making babies on the World Wide Web
Give-a-fuck-fatigue

Even when you
Walkin’ your pooch
You’ve got a bad case
Even when you
Making a move
You’ve got a bad case

Give-a-fuck-fatigue
The fuck I'm meant to do?
Give-a-fuck-fatigue