Fry - The Orwells

I need to be an abstract lover

The taste of team, the taste of others

Tattooed in blue, tattooed in color

To keep my mind stuck in the gutter

It’s fine (it's fine)

Gone in my mind

These times (these times)

They left me blind

I’ll find (I'll find)

A place to hide

And fry!

There must be something in the water

Their mild obsession with mass slaughter

Billboard topping entertainers

Baghdad, that is shitty flavor

TV nation, channel changers

Rob your family, kill your neighbors!

It’s fine (it's fine)

Gone in my mind

These times (these times)

They left me blind

I’ll find (I'll find)

A place to hide

And fry!

It’s fine (it's fine)

Gone in my mind

These times (these times)

They left me blind

I’ll find (I'll find)

A place to hide

And fry!