Lyrics
The best songs are like bad dreams
If you can cover all the exits
Yeah, but, one by one, they blur and you're forgetting all the words
By the time you get to breakfast
A reckoning election
A politician's corkscrew
A credit card, minibar, private rental car
And a Western education
12 square feet of dirty day
The whole world made to order
I'm either taking up more space than I have taken up before
Or the days are getting shorter
Now I'm smoking in a blindfold
In an Indonesian courtyard
Oh, I always thought 'bout quitting, but then there's that reptilian
And his business is to die hard
Oh, but now I'm feeling kinda free
I'm going straight to DVD
Yeah, I'm losing my ambition, going into remission
Yeah, I've put it all behind me
I want a private execution
Give me a private execution
I want a private execution
For free
Yeah, the Kuala Lumpur Sunway
Is crammed with koro cases
And destination shoppers showing telepathic kindness
And pensioned master races
The carpark of the high court
A former soccer stadium
Five stars full of assholes, complimentary bathrobes
Fixed civilisation
But what do fish know about water?
I'm probably someone's entertainment
Yeah, but let's change the topic before I get misanthropic
It's only a vacation
Yeah, tell me 'bout the old days
Was there ever any violence?
Smack-tick-tock-bang onomatopoeias
Disappearing into silence
Yeah, but I'm feeling kinda free
I'm going straight to DVD
I'm losing my ambition, going into remission
I've put it all behind me
I want a private execution
Give me a private execution
I want a private execution
For free
I want a private execution
A private execution
A private execution
For free
