Lawnmaster - Good Day

It's a good day
For a looming catastrophe
Good day
To crash into the sun or similar
No way
That we're doing what has to be done
Freak out and carry on

Pigs are roosting in the trees
Rats are running up the anchor rope
Dogs they howl in sympathy
No one ever had a fucking hope
The wailing of the sirens nobody hears
Cos they're sleeping with their headphones on

Good day
For a looming catastrophe
Good day
To crash into the sun or similar
No way
That we're doing what has to be done
Freak out and carry on

Gather all your things somehow
And stumble as you throw them in the boat
The water at your ankles now
Tomorrow will be reaching for your throat
No one read the posters when they went up
No one's gonna read them now

The hostess fills your tulip glass
The movie touch screen occupies your thoughts
The devil's up in business class
Thumbing through his quarterly reports

Good day
For a looming catastrophe
Good day
To crash into the sun
No way
Are we're doing what has to be done
To paraphrase your stupid coffee cup
Freak out and carry on

Written by:
Ken Double

Publisher:
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