In a world where maids in Qatar are still waiting for their legally mandated day off, one has to admire the consistency of exploitation—it’s practically a tradition now. Back in the UK, farmers are shocked to discover that dousing fields in toxic chemicals might actually be bad for human health, while the blood service has finally decided that gay men aren't walking biohazards, marking a victory for science over prejudice. Meanwhile, nuns are going viral on TikTok, proving that the only thing more addictive than a short-form video is the existential dread of modern life, now best enjoyed with a side of seaweed ice cream.
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[Verse 1]
Seven days of sweating out in Doha's burning heat
While employment laws dissolve beneath the masters' polished feet
Paper umbrella in a sandstorm, that's your workers' rights
The contract isn't worth the ink when no one reads the lines
[Instrumental Break - Distorted Saz Solo]
[Verse 2]
Bucha's ghosts are restless, the shallow graves remain
But the 'good old days' were never good, just easier to feign
History repeats itself, the scroll goes rushing past
We document the horror but we know it wouldn't last
[Chorus]
We spray the fields with Paraquat, put the die in diet
The farmers shout their warnings but the corporations stay quiet
Progress moves at glacial speeds, then claims it's always been
The loyal friend who turns up late to every_SINGLE_scene
[Verse 3]
Gay men can give their blood at last, the ban is finally gone
Some thirty years of prejudice pretending there was something wrong
No ticker tape procession, no bunting in the street
Just quiet vindication for the folks they used to treat
[Break down - Bass and Hand Drum]
[Verse 4]
The Yanomami fade away, fifty years of strife
While Falklands looks backwards at its isolated life
From rainforest to sheep fields, the pattern stays the same
We've learned precisely nothing from the calendar's turning page
[Chorus]
We spray the fields with Paraquat, put the die in diet
The farmers shout their warnings but the corporations stay quiet
Progress moves at glacial speeds, then claims it's always been
The loyal friend who turns up late to every_SINGLE_scene
[Bridge - 9/8 time signature, layered vocal harmonies]
Sister Mary's TikTok account is blessed by algorithm
Seeking salvation through the feed, a digital catechism
NunTok trending overnight, the convent's going viral
While climate change serves seaweed cream, a punishment so tribal
Ice cream made of ocean rot, the flavour of collapse
We'll curate our destruction through the filter and the apps
[Guitar Solo - Jangly 12-string with microtonal bends]
[Chorus]
We spray the fields with Paraquat, put the die in diet
The farmers shout their warnings but the corporations stay quiet
Progress moves at glacial speeds, then claims it's always been
The loyal friend who turns up late to every_SINGLE_scene
[Outro]
Every single scene
[Spoken]
Seaweed ice cream... A punishment, not a solution
[Distorted Saz fade out]