Poundshop Kardashians

I drink and watch the zoo in motion

Beautiful people devoid of emotion

Sterilized, pedicured, pedigrees of mankind

Thick as fuck and soulless

I no longer fear genocide

It's gonna end from what I reckon

As I puke my guts up all over the decking

'Cause the square reeks

Of plastic Action Men and pound-shop Kardashians

How am I supposed to change it

If I can't see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it

If I can't see the wood for the trees?

There’s an orange-faced baby

At the wheel of the ship

Doin' donuts in the car-park

We watch as it all falls apart

We idolize idiots

Masturbate to their sex-tapes

We love them, we hate them

We want to see them fall from grace

We laugh at them disheveled

On the front page of the Mail

Then grab ourselves a pitchfork

And go in for the kill

Together light vigils

Eulogize them on the Internet

When they top themselves

When they couldn’t take it no more

How am I supposed to change it

If I can't see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it

If I can't see the wood for the trees?

And how are we supposed to change it

When we can’t see the wood for the trees, yeah

When we can’t see the wood for the trees, yeah

If we can’t see the wood for the trees, yeah?