Fugazi — Nightshop

Fuck your fucked directives God I want a new invective Custom built to form Form fit you Say it to your face If I get to choose I'll take something real The fight to feel While your next meal is calling Loosely trademarked as the best Fucking thing you've ever had Inside your mouth All comet cleaned and scrubbed down Landscaping for a ghost town While that deficient platform for your head Causing you to mistake yourself for dead All that you would issue Is capital's incontinence Is it causing you embarrassment? The wet spot on the carpet that you leave As the reminder that you need Of all that it did to you Adjusting your reception A welcome self correction Oh, make it quick, make it soon Make it something I can do All by myself 'Cause there's a brain inside it And there's a brain deciding And there's a brain inside the brain There's a brain inside the brain Deciding Find something else [?] It's time to make or break Find me somewhere else Time to make or break How 'bout it? I've got no patience I'm nowhere stationed I'm hanging at the nightshop eating shit Said I've got no patience I'm nowhere stationed I'm hanging at the nightshop eating shit "Who works for who?", every asshole says Side saluting emptiness instead But if I get to choose I'll take something real Who works for who, who you working for? Who works for who, who you working for?