The Rosemaries - Total Collapse

Satire died and no-one turned up to the funeral
Because everyone that the obituary was a joke
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And no-one even cried
Or even sent any flowers
Because all of the kinsfolk were broke
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Ooh, yeah, yeah
Art is supposed to break down boundaries
But when the perpetrators of the problem
Joke about the atrocities
What boundaries are broken?
The further I sink into the ever deepening scam
The more I think, the less I am
And I have a decreasing appreciation for the ludicrous
When the fine line is degraded between the poignant and the humorous
And I've nothing to do but watch the world inch closer to a
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But that's the sad thing about wasting time, init
You think you've wasted your entire life
But you've only wasted a minute
And I can't stand having time on my hands
Because every passing moment in a mindless monotony
M-m-m-makes me crave a lobotomy (ugh)
Toein' the fine line drawn with smudged ink
Between a knife edge and hilarity
As I teeter, right on the brink of a Total Collapse
Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
Total Collapse, incessant anti-climax
Total Collapse, the vaguest sense of impending descent
The endless hopeless insolence
But we're all just wasting time
I'm in a house on fire blowing out candles one by one
There's a crowd at the window screaming in a throng
The radio is playing music to respire to
And selling hopelessness as somert to aspire to
Outside the clamouring mob is erecting a statue
The radio host is counting down
The top ten best tracks to hoover to
I'm daft as a brush that's had seventeen new heads
And fourteen new handles
And I'm still the same brush I always have been
I wanted to give myself a nicer view from my bedroom window
And so I helped the crowd to build a statue over by the wall
But I built it far too tall
A towering monument to wasted potential
But it stopped anything from flowering
Stopped everything from growing
By blocking out all the light and stopping the wind from blowing
Build a monument to wasted potential
Wanting to honour something while still being respectful
The inscription on the base read "God let me remain tender"
Despite, despite the splendour of a
Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
Total Collapse, incessant anti-climax
Total Collapse, Total Collapse
Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
The vaguest sense of impending descent
The endless hopeless insolence
Total Collapse, Total Collapse
Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
Total Collapse, Total Collapse, I'm living a, lobotomy
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Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
Total Collapse, Total Collapse, Total Collapse, Total Collapse
Total Collapse, Total Collapse, Total Collapse, Total Collapse
Breathe
Total Collapse, I'm living anecdotally
Total Collapse, apocryphal lobotomy
Total Collapse, incessant anti-climax
Total Collapse, the vaguest sense of impending descent
The endless hopeless insolence

Written by:
Arthur Sharpe, Billy Hearld

Publisher:
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