Eight Legs — Dystopian Not so Future lyrics

Lyrics

Well they said be happy for you
You don’t see that they smile that much
If they give you the punishment then
I suppose you deserve the fun
Well the groovy was flowing
Sweet and red
Between those porcelain legs
You were thinking with your balls when you
Should have used your head
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
You’ll never speak a word of it
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
They say they will but
They’re never gonna get you
It’s getting too hot to handle
There’s not even a shade of doubt
Give the feast to those beady camera
Everywhere when you’re out and about
Well the kids of the tomorrow have their
Have their work cut out
Those poor kids of tomorrow have it
All to figure out
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
You’ll never speak a word of it
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
They say they will but
They’re never gonna get you
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
You’ll never speak a word of it
La la, la la, la
Ooh la, la, la
They say they will but
Well they’re never gonna get you