Used-Up Angry Song

Used-up girls are coming in and out, Used-up boys are rolling by their side, Used-up kids are creeping in the drought, Used-up notes are used to twist and shout, Used-up mush pouring in the morning, Used-up beauty shining in decay, Used-up thoughts coming from recording, Used-up looks are given to betray. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is meant to be loud. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is written with blood. Used-up bones will get only a happy dog, Used-up friends are playing solo in the trash, Used-up chargers charging from a dead bloke Used-up public sending used-up credit cash Used-up songs jingling for the cryptomoney Used-up dreams seen in a cradle all day long Used-up sun in the sky is shining Used-up public fearing used-up angry songs. 
 I never told them, How I felt all about. Now I'm choking With my hands free. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is meant to be loud. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is written with blood. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is meant to be loud. Used-up shit — It's all we care about. This song is written with blood.