Crack Baby
Pot of gold at the bottom of my Facebook feed
Tryna catch up on reality TV
Little Molly was tugging on my sleeves and tearing
At my ears so it wasn't fucking easy
Molly knows how to make Mummy sad
Mummy knows how to make Molly shut up
Molly knows how to make Mummy sad
Mummy knows how to make Molly fuck off
The prophecy is etched on the tablet
The prophecy is etched on the tablet
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
You little arsehole, sit inside a dark hole, scan
another barcode, look at what you could've won
If the walls come tumbling around you mummy's in
the next room blissfully ignorant
You little cry baby
I'd rather have a crack baby
Little mannequin, sipping off a cracked up screen
Lose your mind and forget to eat
The prophecy is etched on the tablet
The prophecy is etched on the tablet
Little Molly come on in and inside you'll find
A little sex and violence all refined
To your bite-sized needs and deep desires
Bottomless pit don't check the time
Roll up, roll up and bite the hook,
We've got every word of every book
And you can clear your skin or buy the look
Bottomless pit so don't look up
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way
Double screen it, matinee
Dopamine in the worst fucking way