Текст песни Social Lubrication - Dream Wife

I've aborted this unsolicited advice
Play nice

Be attractive, but don't bank on it
Your womb is a ticking time bomb
The man in the bunker said my looks will fade
So, I better practice Spanish guitar, as if that'll get me very far
I'll shove the tip of my boot into your luftgitarre
To those I've held in their darkest nights
Seeking for Mary, the mother, the saviour the bright light
Did you find that between my thighs?

Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark?
Well, you can't light a flame without a spark

Ooh-whoa!
So, what you here for?
I'm not here for the social lubrication
I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?)
I'm not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication

Blue tick, now they're scared
Was that a red or blue pill that slipped into my drink unaware?
They say they work with women they love, they rate them highly above
What's it like to be a woman in music dear?
You'd never ask me that if you regarded me as your peer
The bubbles in my drink dissolve and they disappear
And as I stumble through the park, although it's dark, my ride isn't here
But I just live over there
Push him away, say this wasn't a meeting, this wasn't a date, you ain't my mate
This ain't confusing, that's the rearview mirror, for fuck's sake

Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark?
Well, you can't light a flame without a spark

Aah!
So what you here for?
I'm not here for the social lubrication
I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?)
I'm not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication (what you here for?)
I'm not here for the social lubrication
I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?)
I'm not here for the social lubrication
The social lubrication

Fix your life
Fix your attitude
Fix the wound
Fix the fig
Fix your community
Fix the car
Fix the vessel

Fix the mind
Fix the altitude
Fix the sprain
Fix the window
Fix the view
Fix the healer
Fix the brew

Fix you, fix you
Fix the brow
Fix the Cadillac
Fix the feeling
Fix the currency
Fix the stage

Fix the mundane
Fix the opportunity
Fix the altitude
Fix the sprain
Fix the window
Fix the view
Fix the healer
Fix the brew
Fix you, fix you, fix you, fuck you