(Verse 1)
Back off of Georgia
Georgia is giving up her bed
And even (?) wants a little bit of love
But she can't even get a bed in this parody of a sharehouse
(Verse 2)
Dearly beloved
I gathered all my shit in a cupboard
And set it all on fire, to be alone
Just me and my lover
(Verse 3)
But she had (?) white wine in the morning with (?) for breakfast
Yeah, I'm all right
I'm doing fine, you're just being so wreckless
(Chorus)
Fuck this
Fuck that
I want you back
And fuck these eight thousand, eight hundred miles
I want you back
(Verse 4)
Because of my country
A man set himself alight
While your country
Moves vicariously to the right
(Verse 5)
Can you imagine?
Shit, I guess we don't really have to imagine anymore
We're all so desperate and tired
We've got arms open wide for the fascists
(Verse 6)
We're getting burned
But still, the wheels get turned
It feels like murder
To bring a child into this world
(Chorus)
Fuck this
Fuck that
I want you back
And fuck these eight thousand, eight hundred miles
I want you back
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