Lyrics: Chloe Qi Sha Lim/Rob Milton/Mary Weitz
Music: Chloe Qi Sha Lim/Rob Milton/Mary Weitz
The forecast is rain
There’s nothing to look forward too
My outfit is lame
I could chill with Steve, but he’s boring too
I'm selfish, okay?
I mean what the hell am I supposed to do?
The world is on fire
Let’s order Taco Bell
Well come on inside
And we can watch the news and get naked
Maybe that might be fun
We’re all gonna die
So if you got something to say then just say it
Sex, drugs and existential dread
I’m talking sex, drugs and existential dread
You can do it every night
From the comfort of your bed
Sex, drugs
And existential dread
There’s people everywhere you go
There’s people in the bars
There’s people on the motorways
Driving little people cars
There’s people walking animals
There's people doing sports
There’s people kissing other people
What the hell is that for?
Come on inside
And we can watch the news and get naked
Maybe that might be fun
We’re all gonna die
So if you got something to say then just say it
Sex, drugs and existential dread
I’m talking sex, drugs and existential dread
And when all hope is lost
Remember what I said
Sex, drugs
And existential dread
Sex and drugs and existential dread
Let me hear you
Sex and drugs and existential dread
Louder
Sex and drugs, and existential dread
That's right
Sex and drugs and existential dread
Sex, drugs and existential dread
I’m talking sex, drugs and existential dread
You can do it every night
From the comfort of your bed
Sex, drugs
Existential dread