The forecast is rain There's nothing to look forward too My outfit is lame I could chill with Steve, but he's boring too I'm selfish, okay? I mean what the hell am I supposed to do? The world is on fire Let's order Taco Bell
Well come on inside And we can watch the news and get naked (Maybe that might be fun) We're all gonna die So if you got something to say then just say it
Sex, drugs and existential dread I'm talking sex, drugs and existential dread You can do it every night From the comfort of your bed Sex, drugs And existential dread
There's people everywhere you go There's people in the bars There's people on the motorways Driving little people cars There's people walking animals There's people doing sport There's people kissing other people What the hell is that for?
Come on inside And we can watch the news and get naked (Maybe that might be fun) We're all gonna die So if you got something to say then just say it
Sex, drugs and existential dread I'm talking sex, drugs and existential dread And when all hope is lost Remember what I said Sex, drugs And existential dread
Sex and drugs and existential dread (Let me hear you) Sex and drugs and existential dread (Louder) Sex and drugs and existential dread (That's right) Sex and drugs and existential dread
Sex, drugs and existential dread I'm talking sex, drugs and existential dread You can do it every night From the comfort of your bed Sex, drugs And existential dread
Compositores: Chloe Qisha, Mary Weitz & Rob Milton