All the Complainants are Troublemakers (All 500 of Them) Lyrics

You say you're falling apart

I think you went to a show

Saw some emotional junket

Now you're a child a hope

You say you're falling in love

I call it rigmarole

If soil was bad at the start

Then nothing better will grow

You claim that I broke your heart

I say it's all folderol

Human emotional junk

It's calculated and cold

Your circuitry coughing lungs

Make you a moth to a light

Something as simple as you

Shouldn't be so hard to find

I want to go to a show

I want to get in a fight

I want to put it to math

I want to live in your laugh

I want to get surgical

Put myself under your knife

A microscopic intrusion

Temporary confusion

Organs wires and fuses

Make us moths to a flame

You claim that you don't feel nothing

Claim your rights and your name

You say you've found some enlightenment

Just go fix your teeth

I want a salary wage

And a house down by the beach

I want a romantic spark

I want emotional buzz

I'm just a child made of woe

I want to be in your glow

You say you're falling down flights

I think you went to a show

Write lies but make them anthemic

Now you're a garden hoe

You say you're having a spell

I say you lose what you keep

I want to shake you awake

I want to read you to sleep

You say you're down on your luck

I say you reap what you sow

The dugout under the rug

It's a feature not a bug

You want to sing on the stage

I want to kiss in the car

I've got a thing for your face

Like alcoholics for bars

Their tents of top hats and tails

Like a virus to a host

Something transparent as this

Shouldn't be hard to riposte

I want to go and get drunk

I want to sleep until 2

I want to put it to bed

Embolden easily led

I want to get technical

Put your bag in the spotlight

Oxytocin infusion

Fabricated delusion

Organs choirs and ruses

Make us lambs to the blade

You claim that you can feel something

Claim there's nought in the grave

You think you've got some entitlement

Just go crack a book

I want a salary wage

And a house out in the bush

I want to sound the alarm

Inside the house on the sand

I'm just a child of the earth

I want to live in the dirt

You say you're falling apart

I think you went to a dive

Did a stint on the press circuit

Now you're down for the ride

You say you're jumping at ghosts

I call it EMDR

You want to take his last name

I want to swing for the stars

I say that they broke my heart

Like it was nothing to them

Cut off your almighty arm

Cry kick deride and defend

My circuitry flesh and blood

Makes me a kitten to twine

Something as native as truth

Shouldn't be so hard to find

I want to go to a show

I want to dance all night

I want to stand in the cloud

I want to live in the shroud

I want to get spiritual

I want theophany ache

Macroscopic illusion

Self-inflicted contusion

Bought us bribed us and used us

Make us moons to the earth

I claimed I cared about nothing

Claimed the seismic dearth

You think you've got some encipherments

Just go and repair

I want a salary wage

And a house of prayer

I want a familiar face

I want the muscular gains

I'm just a child of the tides

I want to labour beside

You say you're falling in love

I call it showbiz baby

If all the fruit is bad

No one can eat from the tree

I think I'm falling apart

You had that blood money spent

Heard you were top of the charts

You know you earned every cent

I thought what we had was love

I guess it's all just control

If you want over the bridge

You have to pay the toll

Your circuitry coughing lungs

Make you a wish to a well

Something as empty as you

Shouldn't be so hard to sell

I want to go a show

I want to redeem the time

I want to take it to court

I want them all to resign

I want to get surgical

I want to exhume the forms

Drug-induced psychosis

Charismatic neurosis

Found us bound us and stole us

Like converts to a con

I want to burn down the building

End this bad trip we're on

You think you've got some inheritance

Just go hug your kid

I want a salary wage

And a house off the grid

I want a karmic wheel

I want a cyclical scythe

Volunteers are fast fodder

Anything for a dollar

You packed your shit in your car

Sweet chariot swinging low

Give an inch at the start

And they will plough you in rows

You say it's all for the cause

I say unconscionable

Of course it's falling apart

The soil was bad at the start