Poundshop Kardashians - Sam Fender

I drink and watch the zoo in motion

Beautiful people devoid of emotion

Sterilised, pedicured, pedigrees and mankind

Thick as fuck and soulless

I no longer fear genocide

It’s gonna end, from what I reckon

As I puke my guts up all over the decking

Cos the square reeks of plastic action men

And Poundshop Kardashians

How am I supposed to change it?

If I can’t see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it?

If I can’t see the wood for the trees?

Oh there’s an orange-faced baby at the wheel of the ship

Doing donuts in the car-park

We watch as it all falls apart

We idolise idiots

Masturbate to their sex tapes

We love them we hate them

We want to see them fall from Grace

We laugh at them dishevelled

On the front page of The Mail

Then grab ourselves a pitchfork and go in for the kill

Together light vigils

Eulogise them on the Internet

When they top themselves

When they couldn’t take it no more

How am I supposed to change it?

If I can’t see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it?

If I can’t see the wood for the trees?

And how are we supposed to change it?

When we can’t see the wood for the, trees?

When we can’t see the wood for the, trees?

If we can’t see the wood for the, trees?