Everyday formula

everyday i shit into the sea
it's strange but it doesn't mean much to me
i'm living in a porcelain dream
and things ain't quite what they seem

i try to keep things so nice
each surface glowing snow white
it's good to be alive in here

it's gonna be alright (x3)

everyday i talk to my machines
more sense than talking to human beings
it's pretty in the land of the free
where things ain't quite what they seem

my whole world's cheap and phony
dear hearts get lost and lonely
i'll get what's coming to me soon

it's gonna be alright (x4)

it's gonna be alright (x4)

it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be all shite