False Metal

Lyrics

[Intro] I wrote a song about boxing But I'm better at avoiding a fight I never gave or received a punch And I'm singin' songs about freedom On the cheapest PA I could find Made in some sweatshop With no way out and no breaks for lunch There's no need to give myself a bloody eye (hey) Don't want my family exposed Great job, sweatshops of America With your fitness apps and your CO2 Malarial outbreaks in Malibu And my kid in the camps And the guard with a gun staring past her And he's listening to false metal [Verse 1] Recording songs about rebellion In an attic that I rent from a friend In a lowkey utopian ethnostate And we're both a bit uneasy But it's better for us both if we wait Or do nothing There's no parallel parking in Hell There's no need to give ourselves a hernia The real heavy lifting's for the young It's alright, we've done enough, let's go to sleep Yeah, we've won the right to get import booze And cartel cocaine and organic shoes And a guarantee of immunity from disasters While we're listening to false metal False metal [Verse 2] I see the sunlight in the window And a pile of my passed-out friends Under the ruins of an upturned couch I went outside and started walking To the gas station next to the house Because there's no more time And the power's out The fake priest sold napalm to the bourgeoisie While the fake proletariat got stoned On expensive weed they bought with Face ID But if nothing's real, then we get to choose It's the end of time on a Carnival cruise Or a warehouse job and a blunt force bruise Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal To call us dumb, you can tell us to leave But the coward's favorite word's na�ve It's endless grief Or a face tattoo of an Oreo And false metal