Spectre at the Fiesta

I am the private investigator, I will take care of this problem
Oh sorry, I’ve made it worse, too much of the old vin rouge

Folks these days, they live in ways that make me ashamed
To admit that I think of sadness as a sporting achievement

So flesh is the final currency? Well I don’t have much faith in banks anyway
Everyone I know is just afraid, is just afraid of being finally found out

And we all overestimate ourselves
Well everyone I know is sick to death, is sick to death of situations like this one

Fuck it, I lost. Great work by absolutely nobody
Do your fucking research, pick a subculture, commit and have sex
Slugs are people too

I pissed my pants at my daughter's ballet recital
I saw Richard's ghost in a hardcore porn video
And even though they call it breakfast cereal
I eat it anytime of day

New fashion

I am the car crash, I am the display case
I am the police, I am the pipe of peace

I am the contrary beast

Send in the guards
Send in the guards
Send in the guards to do what they can