Pollution People - Duck Duck Goose

Open your eyes you filthy mess

Face on the pavement my hands tied around me

Glaring at me a stranger it can’t be

Got my luck to the worst that it can be

And everything I say will waste and go away

Like my body and my face

But it makes no sense to worry

Because I won’t remember anything but how good I feel

It’s better giving into the urges that want you

So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up

It’s better giving into the urges that want you

So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up