3. Early lunch, late breakfast

Grabbing some cakes, some fruity-fruity cakes,
No, no,
I didn’t bake them
I didn’t make them
They were given to me, somebody’s hands

And I was watching Marcia,
Heath and all the other fake-tanned boys and girls
On the radio,
Yes,
On the radio
And it couldn’t ease my mind,
No, it couldn’t ease my mind.

Snatching entropy away from Pedro, Max or Clumsy,
No, no,
I didn’t buy him
I didn’t try him
He was given to me, somebody’s hands

And that’s why I wouldn’t feed Chris,
Maura and Julia and all the other skinny toy-boys and girls
On the internet,
Yes,
On the internet
And it couldn’t ease my mind,
No, it couldn’t ease my mind.

All I thought about was picking up the fucking phone
Dialling the number that was stuck in my head
And couldn’t get out
because I wouldn’t let it out.