Out of Hands
Hans Roofthooft
I bought a new TV last night
Now I'm never alone and it provides me light
Saves me from a wasted day
Satisfies my appetite
Avoid all they could account me for
A first rate bottle from the liquor store
Ignore all knocking on my front door
I'm done with fighting all your wars
A perpetrator in disguise
Leave the world to its own demise
I can't win this race so I'll just fossilize
Remote control in a willing hand
Safe to say that I am in command
I assess where it's going but it's never enough
Drowning in a wasted land
I could shit myself, no one would care
This dying world is out of hand