Everyone Must Win

We cold boot the brain stem

We start to get pissed

We're turning into creatures

That hardly ever existAnd every one of us must win at last

Like in the future, like in the past

Every one of us must win at last

And every one of us must win at last

Like in the future, like in the past

Every one of us must win at lastWe're gross and fundamental

And we're stuck by fairy lights

We throw ourselves off the edge

Of an intricate appetiteWe're a wonderland

We're a merry-go-round

And the morning after

We're garbage on the ground