All the Complainants are Troublemakers (All 500 of Them)

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You say you're falling apart
I think you went to a show
Saw some emotional junket
Now you're a child a hope
You say you're falling in love
I call it rigmarole
If soil was bad at the start
Then nothing better will grow
You claim that I broke your heart
I say it's all folderol
Human emotional junk
It's calculated and cold
Your circuitry coughing lungs
Make you a moth to a light
Something as simple as you
Shouldn't be so hard to find
I want to go to a show
I want to get in a fight
I want to put it to math
I want to live in your laugh
I want to get surgical
Put myself under your knife
A microscopic intrusion
Temporary confusion
Organs wires and fuses
Make us moths to a flame
You claim that you don't feel nothing
Claim your rights and your name
You say you've found some enlightenment
Just go fix your teeth
I want a salary wage
And a house down by the beach
I want a romantic spark
I want emotional buzz
I'm just a child made of woe
I want to be in your glow
You say you're falling down flights
I think you went to a show
Write lies but make them anthemic
Now you're a garden hoe
You say you're having a spell
I say you lose what you keep
I want to shake you awake
I want to read you to sleep
You say you're down on your luck
I say you reap what you sow
The dugout under the rug
It's a feature not a bug
You want to sing on the stage
I want to kiss in the car
I've got a thing for your face
Like alcoholics for bars
Their tents of top hats and tails
Like a virus to a host
Something transparent as this
Shouldn't be hard to riposte
I want to go and get drunk
I want to sleep until 2
I want to put it to bed
Embolden easily led
I want to get technical
Put your bag in the spotlight
Oxytocin infusion
Fabricated delusion
Organs choirs and ruses
Make us lambs to the blade
You claim that you can feel something
Claim there's nought in the grave
You think you've got some entitlement
Just go crack a book
I want a salary wage
And a house out in the bush
I want to sound the alarm
Inside the house on the sand
I'm just a child of the earth
I want to live in the dirt
You say you're falling apart
I think you went to a dive
Did a stint on the press circuit
Now you're down for the ride
You say you're jumping at ghosts
I call it EMDR
You want to take his last name
I want to swing for the stars
I say that they broke my heart
Like it was nothing to them
Cut off your almighty arm
Cry kick deride and defend
My circuitry flesh and blood
Makes me a kitten to twine
Something as native as truth
Shouldn't be so hard to find
I want to go to a show
I want to dance all night
I want to stand in the cloud
I want to live in the shroud
I want to get spiritual
I want theophany ache
Macroscopic illusion
Self-inflicted contusion
Bought us bribed us and used us
Make us moons to the earth
I claimed I cared about nothing
Claimed the seismic dearth
You think you've got some encipherments
Just go and repair
I want a salary wage
And a house of prayer
I want a familiar face
I want the muscular gains
I'm just a child of the tides
I want to labour beside
You say you're falling in love
I call it showbiz baby
If all the fruit is bad
No one can eat from the tree
I think I'm falling apart
You had that blood money spent
Heard you were top of the charts
You know you earned every cent
I thought what we had was love
I guess it's all just control
If you want over the bridge
You have to pay the toll
Your circuitry coughing lungs
Make you a wish to a well
Something as empty as you
Shouldn't be so hard to sell
I want to go a show
I want to redeem the time
I want to take it to court
I want them all to resign
I want to get surgical
I want to exhume the forms
Drug-induced psychosis
Charismatic neurosis
Found us bound us and stole us
Like converts to a con
I want to burn down the building
End this bad trip we're on
You think you've got some inheritance
Just go hug your kid
I want a salary wage
And a house off the grid
I want a karmic wheel
I want a cyclical scythe
Volunteers are fast fodder
Anything for a dollar
You packed your shit in your car
Sweet chariot swinging low
Give an inch at the start
And they will plough you in rows
You say it's all for the cause
I say unconscionable
Of course it's falling apart
The soil was bad at the start

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