Stale - Beanbag

Cruel bagged then snagged is how I want things done

I want the best in my life and I’ll please anyone

I’m strapped into this chair watching TV that’s aired live across the globe,

I smell!

Throw your attention over here I’ve got something to say

It won’t change your life, but that’s «cool» these days

And now an ad is on

The show is gone from the box in front of me

My eyes are burning radiation from the microwave that’s on it’s cooking my meal

It’s a TV dinner and I think it’s fake veal

You can’t burn it in the microwave and if I did, hey, I could order out anyway

You can’t burn it in the microwave and if you did, hey

You’ve been created from an image of love

You’ve been created in an image of God

Too complex I go to rest I can’t seem to get things done

I’m a woman with a mouth and I’m prepared to switch it on

I’ve just come back from all this walking 'cause I’m losing weight

Was talking with a friend of Sharon’s mum, fat was out, I looked dumb

I saw myself in the mirror and I guess I’m getting thinner

I’ve been taking all these pills, I better eat some meals

But what’s the point? will I see clearer or will I be bigger?

I go to church every Sunday, but when it comes Monday

I’m back at work where I scream and curse

I talk real dirty to people make them think I’m real cool

My life’s so simply complex

I leave small groups are on, but what is that as I slam down the phone