False Metal
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β±οΈ 2:55 duration
π ID: 25386198
π Lyrics
I wrote a song about boxing
But I'm better at avoiding a fight
Never gave or received a punch
I'm singing songs about freedom
On the cheapest PA I can find
Made in some sweat shop
Way out and no breaks for lunch
There's no need to give myself a bloody eye
Don't want my family exposed
Great job, sweat shops America
With your fitness apps, and your CO2
And 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
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 just to 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 foods
Cartel cocaine and organic shoes
And a guarantee of immunity from disasters
While we're listening to false metal
False metal
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
With 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 in a blunt force cruiser
Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal
Call us dumb, you can tell us to leave
But the power's favorite word's naΓ―ve
It's an endless street to a face tattoo of an Oreo
And false metal
But I'm better at avoiding a fight
Never gave or received a punch
I'm singing songs about freedom
On the cheapest PA I can find
Made in some sweat shop
Way out and no breaks for lunch
There's no need to give myself a bloody eye
Don't want my family exposed
Great job, sweat shops America
With your fitness apps, and your CO2
And 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
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 just to 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 foods
Cartel cocaine and organic shoes
And a guarantee of immunity from disasters
While we're listening to false metal
False metal
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
With 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 in a blunt force cruiser
Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal
Call us dumb, you can tell us to leave
But the power's favorite word's naΓ―ve
It's an endless street to a face tattoo of an Oreo
And false metal
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.52] I wrote a song about boxing
[00:02.74] But I'm better at avoiding a fight
[00:07.70] Never gave or received a punch
[00:11.10] I'm singing songs about freedom
[00:12.91] On the cheapest PA I can find
[00:16.12] Made in some sweat shop
[00:18.23] Way out and no breaks for lunch
[00:22.80]
[00:26.09] There's no need to give myself a bloody eye
[00:32.48] Don't want my family exposed
[00:39.17] Great job, sweat shops America
[00:45.05] With your fitness apps, and your CO2
[00:48.10] And malarial outbreaks in Malibu
[00:50.83] And my kid in the camps, and the guard with a gun staring past her
[00:58.18]
[01:01.04] And he's listening to false metal
[01:08.76] Recording songs about rebellion in an attic that I rent from a friend
[01:13.40] In a lowkey Utopian ethnostate
[01:15.18] And we're both a bit uneasy, but it's better for us both just to wait
[01:18.80] Or do nothing
[01:19.99] There's no parallel parking in hell
[01:22.56] There's no need to give ourselves a hernia
[01:27.24] The real heavy lifting's for the young, it's alright
[01:32.59] We've done enough, let's go to sleep
[01:35.69] Yeah, we've won the right to get import foods
[01:38.03] Cartel cocaine and organic shoes
[01:40.20] And a guarantee of immunity from disasters
[01:45.96] While we're listening to false metal
[01:47.69] False metal
[01:54.37] I see the sunlight in the window
[02:01.69] And a pile of my passed out friends
[02:04.84] Under the ruins of an upturned couch
[02:07.10] I went outside and started walking
[02:08.31] To the gas station next to the house
[02:11.09] Because there's no more time and the power's out
[02:14.41] The fake priest sold napalm to the bourgeoisie
[02:18.43] While the fake proletariat got stoned
[02:23.40] With expensive weed they bought with face ID
[02:27.33] But if nothing's real, then we get to choose
[02:29.75] It's the end of time on a carnival cruise
[02:31.80] Or a warehouse job in a blunt force cruiser
[02:34.13] Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal
[02:36.62] Call us dumb, you can tell us to leave
[02:38.55] But the power's favorite word's naΓ―ve
[02:40.52] It's an endless street to a face tattoo of an Oreo
[02:44.96] And false metal
[02:47.90]
[00:02.74] But I'm better at avoiding a fight
[00:07.70] Never gave or received a punch
[00:11.10] I'm singing songs about freedom
[00:12.91] On the cheapest PA I can find
[00:16.12] Made in some sweat shop
[00:18.23] Way out and no breaks for lunch
[00:22.80]
[00:26.09] There's no need to give myself a bloody eye
[00:32.48] Don't want my family exposed
[00:39.17] Great job, sweat shops America
[00:45.05] With your fitness apps, and your CO2
[00:48.10] And malarial outbreaks in Malibu
[00:50.83] And my kid in the camps, and the guard with a gun staring past her
[00:58.18]
[01:01.04] And he's listening to false metal
[01:08.76] Recording songs about rebellion in an attic that I rent from a friend
[01:13.40] In a lowkey Utopian ethnostate
[01:15.18] And we're both a bit uneasy, but it's better for us both just to wait
[01:18.80] Or do nothing
[01:19.99] There's no parallel parking in hell
[01:22.56] There's no need to give ourselves a hernia
[01:27.24] The real heavy lifting's for the young, it's alright
[01:32.59] We've done enough, let's go to sleep
[01:35.69] Yeah, we've won the right to get import foods
[01:38.03] Cartel cocaine and organic shoes
[01:40.20] And a guarantee of immunity from disasters
[01:45.96] While we're listening to false metal
[01:47.69] False metal
[01:54.37] I see the sunlight in the window
[02:01.69] And a pile of my passed out friends
[02:04.84] Under the ruins of an upturned couch
[02:07.10] I went outside and started walking
[02:08.31] To the gas station next to the house
[02:11.09] Because there's no more time and the power's out
[02:14.41] The fake priest sold napalm to the bourgeoisie
[02:18.43] While the fake proletariat got stoned
[02:23.40] With expensive weed they bought with face ID
[02:27.33] But if nothing's real, then we get to choose
[02:29.75] It's the end of time on a carnival cruise
[02:31.80] Or a warehouse job in a blunt force cruiser
[02:34.13] Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal
[02:36.62] Call us dumb, you can tell us to leave
[02:38.55] But the power's favorite word's naΓ―ve
[02:40.52] It's an endless street to a face tattoo of an Oreo
[02:44.96] And false metal
[02:47.90]