Oppositional Democracy

What’d you put in my heart
That makes me howl at the moon?
There must be some magnetic pull
That holds us together
Put your hand on my lip
Cos nothing good will pass it
Just words of spit to make you sick
Cos we’re those kinds of lovers
I’m not enlightened
There was no Enlightenment
We’re living a nightmare
So why I am I still here?
Look at you old boys
Emitting that low noise
It shouldn’t be such a turn on
But I’m as hard as hell
What’d you put in my drink
To make me put up with you?
It must be some kind of superglue
That keeps us together
Put your hand on your hip
Cos you know just how I tick
And where to flick and how to pick me off in an instant
We should be mindful
I’m working on mindfulness
We got us into a fine mess
Now how do we get out?
Just look at you dull bores
Releasing your null roars
It was never a turn on
But I’m as hard as hell