And Photograph Stars

And Photograph Stars

Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019

So many boring TV networks praising those narcissist egotist jerks.
If they waste our resources they can just go to Mars and sit in the red dirt and photograph stars.

This is the part where I take off the gloves ’bout phony pop songs that get all the love.
Singin’ “I got the money, all up in the club. You broke my heart but I want your love.”

They’re shoved down our throats and shat from their rears.
That vapid crap is fuckin’ our ears.

Yeah, this is the part where I take off the gloves ’bout phony pop songs that get all the love.
Singin’ “I got the money, all up in the club. You broke my heart and blah, blah, blah love.”

They’re shoved down our throats and shat from their rears.
That vapid crap is fuckin’ our ears.

So many boring TV networks praising those narcissist egotist jerks.
If they waste our resources they can just go to Mars and sit in the red dirt and photograph stars.