Boxed & Packaged - King Prawn

I’m looking with disgust

Some of them you can’t trust

They wanna be like Jesus

And hang upon a cross

They offer mediocrity

From which I can find no sanctuary

Untouchable beings

Communicating media trickery

All day long

On my radio

I hear that song

Playing like a marathon

Just one more time

So I can really dig it

In six months time

Who the fucking hell made it

They’re dreaming of a scheme

And a dance routine

Instigating a plan

Like a PR scam

Collecting acollades

From other phonies and fakes

Beam me up scotty

Before it is too late

So I got what I got

Now I’m bored out of my nut

They almost made my mind

Into a dry roasted

Monkey for brains

They’re making me insane

Like grouse in a field

They’re treating me like game

Hail to the wonder

New fodder for a crass media

Bullshit on the pages

Of every newspaper

Boxed and packaged

Like an oven ready meal

I’m the donkey chasing the carrot

To turn that wheel of fortune

A tune force fed

With a wooden spoon

I’m hoping to get an autographed

Picture real soon

They’re chimps for their pimps

And they’re putting my head in a vice

I don’t need to take a trip

Down to sour price

To understand the meanings

Of under the counter dealings

Shit rising high busting up thro'

The ceiling

I don’t wanna make new friends

On the telephone

I just wanna fuck the person

Holding the microphone

Intended desire

Was what they really meant

I should have known that

Before my money was spent

Just like a puppet

Fist fucked in ya butt

You claim you’re dope

Like an uncut drug

I really dig you clothes

And you’re remixed versions

You’re nothing but a pro

To the butt-fucking system