From the recording Waste of Air LP
The Shrinks Wet Dream (03:36)
Written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Co-produced by Twisted RootZ
Recorded by Twisted RootZ
Mixed by Gimson
Mastered by Pete Maher
© Gimson 2020 / Half Dead Records 2020
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017
Lyrics
INTRO:
It's just commentary mate. That's all it is. Social commentary. It doesn't need to make sense if it doesn't make sense. How can you make sense out of something so senseless.
VERSE 1:
Modern day poetry, emotions in lyrics
A painter with a voice fuck if they hear it
Don't need to be loved but will be respected
Defy socialites and political correctness
I flirt with the liars
Wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire
Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn bitch
Arsoned the things I felt so concerned with
With a pat on the back like yeah well you earned it
What did you learn kid what did you learn kid
Icke vs Wogan Taker v Hogan
I didn't mean to kill Goliath just slightly provoke him
I know we all have some issues
Tear down the trees for some boxes of tissues
Asked for a scratch but those fuckers just itched you
They closed up the wound but neglected to stitch you
VERSE 2:
2.4 children the families dysfunctional
Sit round a table and lie it's uncomfortable
About their great days smiles on their face
With heads full of anger and hearts full of hate
How was your day it was fucking shit
I hate my job how about you kids
School was shit I'm falling behind
But you're so ignorant you can't see the signs
That distant love
Moan to your pals when you're pissed in a pub
Moan and moan like you never had choices
If you had an opinion why didn't you voice it?
Why give a voice to the voiceless.
Feeding parasites is completely pointless
Empathy you say
You need to let them cunts go they'll learn some day
VERSE 3:
Analyse... the shrink had a wet dream
Patterns of people digging holes with some Ket fiends
ID crisis Bruce Wayne and Bruce Jenner
Icing a fruit cake with some melted Fruitella
So tasteless obscene
Woke up to sale smack as he chases his dream
Whilst they chase a dragon in the garden with Adam
Since Eve put on clothes she's become a burlesque Madame
Raving in Eden green apples she's feeding
To these euphoric ravers who ain't into sleeping
All pupils no iris flickering eyelids
The gateway to more till they get where the pipe is
Them 5am convos where you question what life is
I question my sanity in rhymes and I type it
That guy in the suit boshing back them milk thistles
If he fails that piss test then it's instant dismissal
OUTRO:
I don’t fucking get these humans. I feel disconnected from the human race as I watch them carry out their rituals, funerals, weddings, certain days of the year such as Christmas. I mean, they’re lives revolve around such unimportant control mechanisms. Maybe I’m just too cynical? People mourn Hollywood actors but disregard news of families being slaughtered in poorer parts of the world. I guess being bubble wrapped and controlled by the TV is what it’s got to do with. But unless tragedy happens on their own doorstep it’s merely an occurrence - a fictional occurrence. It’s fucked up!