The People Who Run The Country - Screensavers (feat. Harry Mold)

I board the red-eye
Clutching my coffee
Shooting off the bile from my bony little thumbs
At dog-whistle pixels
Self-obsessed journos
So fasten your seatbelts and stay something vile
But it's cosmic up above the clouds today
I want to tumble through them
It's hard to think I'd fall to earth
And I want to write it down
To make you see what I see
I want to paint that scene
But I can't, I can't, I can't
Don't try this at home, kids
You'll only get
An inbox full of Instapoems
Stick with your regrets
Trying to capture beauty
Won't do you favours
Filling up the world with more screensavers
Alexa, show me a beautiful view
Ah
And it's bad enough
That I run from my trauma
Clutching these sheafs like loot from the vaults
But my words are emojis
When faced with this vista
Dismantle your cameras
Cease you attempts
'Cause who cares about me anyway
I'm a stain on this blue
I've nothing to say
I just want to submit
I'm dissolving like an aspirin
In the clear lake of the sky
I'm dissolving like an aspirin
In the clear lake of the sky
Don't try this at home, kids
You'll only get
An inbox full of Instapoems
Stick with your regrets
Trying to capture beauty
Won't do you favours
Filling up the world with more screensavers
Siri, play me music with emotion in it
No, music with emotion in it
A Tuscany village
Cut in the hillside
An Aztec temple
Endless New Zealand
Art as a sedative
Art as a pick me up
Art as a bubble wrap
Art as a snack
Don't try this at home, kids
You'll only get
An inbox full of Instapoems
Stick with your regrets
Trying to capture beauty
Won't do you favours
Filling up the world with more screensavers
Don't try this at home, kids
You'll only get
An inbox full of Instapoems
Stick with your regrets
Trying to capture beauty
Won't do you favours
Filling up the world with more screensavers
Hey Google, play me The People Who Run The Country
Nice

Written by:
Luke Wright

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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