From the recording Waste of Air LP
We’re Just Children (03:57)
Written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Additional vocals by Keziah Beale
Recorded by Twisted RootZ
Mixed by Gimson
Mastered by Pete Maher
© Gimson 2020 / Half Dead Records 2020
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
You can be a shit human great leader
2 sides 2 a badge get shanked by blue Peter
Smack on a spoon and ket by the litre
Veteran soldiers and veterinary feeders
Import export extorting a dealer
Collect coupons to go camping with FEMA
Holographic deaths Elvis left the arena
Broken promises Ike & Tina
Can of strong drink in a stained wife beater
Eyes on a screen with a frazzled receiver
Dinosaur stories crawling with creatures
Countdowns conundrums some sums we eat words
A sceptical foetus that chose to go feet first
A paranoid mother that believes that she's cursed
DMT smokes all you need to leave earth
You need a closed mind to feel you need church
But we’re still so hopeless
Confirmation bias attempt to keep focused
Cancerous creatures plaguing like locusts
Exaggerate issues just like the soaps does
‘Cause I’ll never get you
These rituals these pep talks
Your lies are consensual
Animal instincts I sense the fear in us
Toxic organs that is the beer in us
She posts up memes all deep and mysterious
But I know that chick she is cheep and delirious
We can barely walk yet we comfortably run
Like the best way in life that we can have fun
Is give, let go, be unconsciously dumb
After all our race is still so young
HOOK:
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other
No, no, we’re just children
VERSE 2:
World stage economies
1 percent and poverty
Destroy until were obsolete
Machinery and concrete
We’re angry we’re violent
So loud yet so silent
Our jealousy is vibrant
Oppressed by these tyrants
I don't read I watch vids on uni lad
Brains in the cab from a uni slag
And I'm in my 30's
Tracksuit wearing lifestyles dirty
Gold teeth grin looks grim like scurvy
Commitment goals are not that sturdy
Deprived of sleep so I'm not that quirky
I'm slightly nervy
Too much raw so these shades sit firmly
No eye contact when they observe me
Life could be worse see
I could be flat broke with no more persy
It's like all I wanna do is destroy my septum
With a rolled up Queen and flake that's venom
In a distant world we’re taught acceptance
In a 9-5 you feel oppression
Why do we do this?
Life’s like Lord Of Flies so ruthless
A planet full kids running around so clueless
And they told me a question can never be stupid
Ego driven material living
As our fragile hearts get snapped when smitten
Fingers point we look for villains
Goody’s and baddy’s they’ll always be victims
HOOK:
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other
No, no, we’re just children