Lyrics of 'STFU' by Neck Deep

On the next episode of living with The Trumps
We find that Boris took a dump on public funds to hand out to his chums
And if things don’t quite work out for me
I can sell myself as an NFT
Think I'm gonna livestream my lobotomy
Should get 20 likes at least

Twenty-five years in a rut
Twenty-five years floating on a rock
Wishing it would stop
I think I had an idea once
But I think that I forgot
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up
And, go along with it

Another episode of how to start a fight
That’s when you’re wrong just claim you’re right
Because you spent all night online again
Another victim of the times
Too blind to read between the lines
Too high to notice where you’re going half the time
Oh, yeah

Twenty-five years in a rut
Twenty-five years floating on a rock
Wishing it would stop
I think I had an idea once
But I think that I forgot
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up

Twenty-five years in a rut
Never been enough
Didn’t make the cut
Couldn’t give a fuck
I think I got an idea, what?
Shut the fuck up, man
Shut the fuck up
(And go along with it)

Oh, why is everybody so addicted to the drama?
Would it take a tidal wave of change
To exercise some karma on these crooked motherfuckers?
All they do is make it harder
And if I'm being honest
I can’t be bothered
All the self-gratification’s more like public masturbation
Swear to God you’d cut your face off for an ounce of validation
So here’s one while you’re waiting for your next notification
Some useful information
Shut the fuck up

Twenty-five years in a rut
Twenty-five years floating on a rock
Wishing it would stop
I think I had an idea once
I think that I forgot
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up

Twenty-five years in a rut
Never been enough
Didn't make the cut
Couldn't give a fuck
I think I got an idea, what?
Shut the fuck up, man
Shut the fuck up