Squanderer - Shriekback

All the grunts and the cunts and the fops in the punts

Waiting for an inundation

The expense is immense, doesn’t make any sense

Meaningless assimilation

There is a stain which remains, it remains on the brain

Needs a lot of medication

I’m with the sluts in the huts, I’m distressingly nuts

Renting some exhilaration

I’m a squanderer!

I’m a squanderer

I’m a squanderer!

I’m a squanderer

I want the classical tunes and a house on the moon

Multiple accommodations

I wanna get me a lick of the ecstasy stick

Paranormal innovations

I want the head of a faun and a swan on the lawn

Neo-Roman fornications

I want the blood-gutter rush, an Imperial gush

Never mind the implications

I’m a squanderer!

I’m a squanderer

I’m a squanderer!

I’m a squanderer

We unloaded our loads on the rocks in the roads

Burning up with stimulation

While the brutes in the suits with their filthy pursuits

Polished up their reputations

Now the crew with their brews and the news of the screws

Do no bear examination

And the ghouls with the tools and contempt for the rules

Beggar the imagination

They’re all squanderers!

Squanderer

Meet the squanderers!

Squanderer

I had a shag in a bag on a liminal jag

Feeling like an installation

It left the chick on the till and your automobile

Stupefied with indignation

There’s a witch on the wire with her head in the fire

Flaunting her emaciation

They got the clocks for the rocks and a bear in a box

Rabid with anticipation

Squanderers!

Squanderers!

Squanderers!

The go around and round and round and round…