The Cuckoos Dead

Of mix tapes and tragic romances

High injections and troubled wives

Let us just go marry the stars

And drive electric cars

Dancing naked in this jungle fever

Poaching in a playground of dead zoo animals

Let us just be lovers and start our lives anew

Forget all those theories and models

Let us all just be friends and not enemies

And drink wines and feed the frenzies

In this world of hi jinks and Ronsons

Tired of believing and preaching the dead

Digging into the heart and

Wandering through the mindless

Wake up coz the cuckoos dead


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