Murdered by Robots - A Song of Sunday

I've got nothing to live for
I've got nothing to say
I couldn't give two shits for
The shittiest day

I've been turning my tricks for
Any sucker who'll pay
I bought whittling sticks for
Whittling time away

The house I grew up in
Is a million miles away
The push of a button
And it all goes up in flames

Lights, Camera, Action
It's Judgement Day
Not printed retraction
On the front page
No job satisfaction
Just minimum rage
You fell out of fashion
And fell in the grave

Written by:
Chris McCabe

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