Real Maths/Too Much by The Gotobeds Lyrics

It's bare as bone but clear as a bell
My rebel yell
We're wage slaves cracked by boredom and stress
What can I ingest?
If you insist on hanging on the cross
I'll be at the bar

It's too much, it's too much, okay!
It's too much, lost my touch

It's too much, it's too much, okay!
It's too much, lost my touch

What would you say if you weren't afraid?
I'd take a guess (past all the shit I saw, past all the shit I saw)
She came in late in a new dress
With a wet cigarette (past all the shit I saw, past all the shit I saw)
What would you say if you weren't afraid?
Don't make me guess
Make me guess
It's too much, it's too much, okay!
It's too much, lost my touch

It's too much, it's too much, okay!
It's too much, lost my touch

From the front, the side, the back they phony fuckers and their fucking bands, BBQ sauce garage rock, or even worse: gluten free jam rock, I think about carbs
Am I the only punk that is free? Bluh

It's too much, it's too much, okay!
It's too much, lost my touch

It's too much, it's too much
It's too much, lost my touch (Okay, okay, okay...)

It's too much, it's too much (Okay, okay, okay...)
It's too much, lost my touch (Okay, okay, okay...)

It's too much, it's too much (Okay, okay, okay...)