Kai Straw - Slaughterhouse lyrics

The night was ripe and I
Was pickin’ grapes off it
Taken off at like midnight
Then I'd say softly
That it wouldn't be met
With what normally bested
Me, which be whiskey and weed but indeed
It did
And I was gone like a cough to a lozenge
Walked up in a house to 'em
All doin' dollar hit's of coke
While talking cognitive
Rhetoric like philosopher's
About death, life, love, just pondering
Solvin' themselves these shells of truth
That they'll lose once their high's through
And I guess that defines youth
Then there's poets praying for
Plagues or bombs
So they'll have something more to
Write in essays or songs
'Cause they're bored of war and
Can't do shit about politics
So get real fuckin' drunk and then
Imagine they can abolish it
But then they'll get old
And have some kids of their own
Then those kids will say the
Same shit 'till their old
And it repeats over and over
And watch the news - they're still
Saying that the world's fucked and
They've got it on film
Like, yeah, kill, kill, kill
Did everybody die?
Double that, we need ratings, call it, umm
A genocide! Then after a 2 hundred
Thousand dollar commercial
We're shown kids blown to bit's
In a country we've never heard of
Then some have the nerve to
Comment like they know shit sayin, "Oh
That's God punishing the
Heathens' indulgence" and they believe it
Because passion with a good voice
Passes as fact to like half of
Those who hear the noise
So bon voyage and whatnot or whatever
I'll sever ties with my senses forever
I'm so existential and selfishly bitter
Like, look, take my rights but
Leave me my liquor (Leave us our liquor)
Then I see all these women wearing
Make up for the sake of
Perfecting the face that appears
When they wake up
And I wonder what it'd be like
To live as a girl
Where your face isn't good enough
To show to the world
It's odd, a woman's life is a fashion show
And a guy's not a guy
Unless he's smashing those
And they say, we're all free in most ways
But what most don't calculate
Is that we're slaves mostly to culture
Giving ulcers to a kid who likes pink
'Cause when Daddy calls him faggot
He likes blue to be abiding
Or a girl who was lonely
And was forced to pretend
But then blew a bunch of dudes and
Had a room full of friends
Then we're all Che 'til our youth runs out
A bunch of Bolsheviks, that conform somehow
I see kids pushin' world
Peace out their mouths
And to them I say, no
The world's a fuckin' slaughterhouse

We're all living on stolen roads
A peace sign's just fashionable
So I'll be sitting here
See you when you save the world
Or when you wake up and you save yourself