笨小笨Amputate歌词由The Irrational Library演唱，出自专辑《Good Busy (Explicit)》，下面是《Amputate》完整版歌词！
Amputate歌词完整版
Amputate
When they amputate each hand just above the wrist
and then expect you to turn the key, to make the twist
on that bottle of pills that promises to
take the edge off of all that ills
but with no hands to grasp the sands of time just
keep piling at your feet
and your boot camp body weight instructor
keeps yelling in your face no surrender no re-defeat
and your head aches and your mind is blank
and you’re running late and your body feels like
someone dumped white sugar into your gas tank.
and the podcast prophets have sewn seeds of disbelief
into your brain and you’re dead tired of all the opposing ideas
that in the abstract sound exactly the same,
like white privilege and black blame
and with no fingers to point or person to shame
it is increasingly hard to hold onto your own state of mind
for the gods have no mercy and see us exactly for who we are
celebrity worshipping morons opposed to the idea of slavery
but enamored by a future of self-driving cars.
For the wheels keep spinning
even if the clocks no longer keep time
for what was once see as concrete is now built upon
the dime a dozen idealism and feeble foundations
of some social media mutations
whose grave conspiracies go deeper
than the big pharma reaper
and it has become increasingly hard
to hold onto the truth that you seek,
when your hands have been amputated
and lie at your feet.
