Mark Englander - You're The Shit, Sir Lyrics

"Rest assured
We'll always have her best interests in mind"
He smiles
And it makes my blood run cold

He looks at me
Over his desktop pitiless and bare
I look back
Over a battlefield cratered by denial and scorn

He adds, frowning
"Perhaps you should consider assisted suicide..."
I nod, thinking
"That metal detector gate has saved your life again..."

I drive home
Through streets drowning in summer rain and fear
My only son
Greets me with "I hate everything you've ever held dear"

When the night comes
The moaning starts again
The screaming comes later
The cages rattle open
They hunt, they feed
They tweet their outrage till dawn

We cringe and wilt
The guilt and self-hate
Help us cry ourselves to sleep
At sunrise, murky with smog
We reload with hollow-points
We go back and we dream
And we dream
And we dream