In a world where a burning cross is allegedly a progressive political statement and hospitals have become the new shooting galleries, one truly marvels at the descent of Western civilisation. Jennifer Lopez is busy ‘figuring herself out’ whilst the rest of us are just trying to figure out how a Navy SEAL sniper lost an Alabama primary to a man backed by Bitcoin and bog-roll currency. Frankly, the only thing more confusing than the geopolitical mess in Iran is the fact that NASCAR is now racing on naval bases; one assumes the finish line is just whatever target the crypto-lobbyists haven’t bought yet.
Chicago Cross Burning Protest Controversy
Alabama Senate Runoff Election and Crypto Funding
Jennifer Lopez Ben Affleck Divorce Reflections
Dark Industrial Northern Soul
🎵 (s)Hit of the Day 🎵
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📜 Lyrics 📜
[Verse 1]
Cross alight in the Windy City air
A student swears it was a protest fair
Said the burning symbol was an anti-MAGA stance
The judge didn't know whether to laugh or dance
Meanwhile Wilmington Hospital locks its doors
Another shooting on the clinical floors
The cycle spins, we've seen it all before
Just another shift on the factory floor
[Chorus]
[Falsetto]
Oh, the wheels keep turning round
Grinding sense into the ground
We're just rivets in the machine
Punching holes in a broken dream
The assembly line of the absurd
Where every tragedy goes heard
But nothing changes, nothing learns
[Verse 2]
J-Lo takes the blame on a podcast show
Says the divorce was her fault, she wanted you to know
Profound introspection for the masses to consume
While the rest of us stare at the gathering gloom
She's looking inward, we're looking for escape
The difference between her life and ours is shaped
By the size of the bank account and the podcast microphone
But we all die trembling and alone
[Chorus]
[Falsetto]
Oh, the wheels keep turning round
Grinding sense into the ground
We're just rivets in the machine
Punching holes in a broken dream
The assembly line of the absurd
Where every tragedy goes heard
But nothing changes, nothing learns
[Bridge]
[Spoken]
Nine point eight million dollars
That's what the crypto boys threw at Alabama
A proxy war where bullets meet ballots
Barry Moore and Jared Hudson fighting for the soul
Of a party that sold it years ago
[Verse 3]
NASCAR races on a naval base now
Corporations and generals taking a bow
Honouring Bush while the engines scream
The military-industrial soul machine
And overseas the spectre looms large
Old deals haunting the current charge
Iran negotiations through the looking glass
Asking how much conflict costs in brass
[Chorus]
[Falsetto]
Oh, the wheels keep turning round
Grinding sense into the ground
We're just rivets in the machine
Punching holes in a broken dream
The assembly line of the absurd
Where every tragedy goes heard
But nothing changes, nothing learns
[Outro]
[Deadpan]
Clock in, clock out
Same old route
Celebrity gossip and political doubt
Violence reported, nothing about
What really matters now
[Hammond Organ fade into factory noise]