No Time to Think - Shut Up, Fucked Up 4/3

Now son the day will come when they send you to the schools
They gonna patronize you to conform to their rules
They gonna burry you and beat you and harvest what they can
They gonna drill into your head it's just supply and demand

You just pay attention this ain't hard to get
By the way you looking at me, you don't give a shit

Boy I was shut up, fucked up
I's shit outta luck son

Now son the day will come where you will feel all alone
Feel like they ought to burry with all the old bones
And when a boy feels lonely he sure feels phony
You a whipped up, dried out, flea bitten pony

If it's what you want I won't be the one to tell you your wrong
Cuz I been walking that fucking road all along

Me I was shut, fucked up
I was shit outta luck son!

Now son you try hard enough and your licks don't get shoddy
You could make it to the head of the illuminati
But if your only strong with your head up strait
They gonna pour the same shit onto your plate

Only a fool don't know tyrants are hell bent
If you paid attention for a second you'd know your futures been spent

I was shut up, fucked up
I was shit outta luck son!

Written by:
Seamus Donnelly

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