poundshop kardashians

i drink and watch the zoo in motion, beautiful people devoid of emotion, sterilised, pedicured, pedigrees and mankind, thick as fuck and soulless and no longer fear genocide, it's gonna end from what i reckon, as i puke my guts up all over the decking, cos the square reeks of plastic action men, and poundshop 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, doing donuts in the carpark, we watch as it all falls apart, we idolise idiots, masturbate to their sex tapes, we love them we hate them, we want to see them fall from grace, we laugh at them dishevelled, on the front page of the mail, then grab ourselves a pitchfork, and go in for the kill, together light vigils, eulogise 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, when we can't see the wood for the trees, if we can't see the wood for the trees