
Screens glow, brains slow,
Clickbait circus freak show!
Hashtag truth, dopamine lies,
Plastic prophets hypnotize!

Classification of nonsense!
Broadcast vomit, full of confidence!
Classification of nonsense!
Welcome home to ignorance!

Talking heads, empty eyes,
Sell you fear and advertise!
Scroll, consume, repeat, decay,


Classification of nonsense!
Lobotomy through common sense!
Classification of nonsense!
Rot the brain pay the rent!

Newsflash, new trash,
Everyone’s an expert just ask!
Smartphone gods, stupid throne,
Dumb is trending you’re not alone!

Wires hum, conscience dead,
Feed the swarm, get spoon-fed.
Classification of nonsense!
Long live the incompetence!


CLASSIFICATION OF NONSENSE


Grease on me hands, salt in me hair,
Friday night I don’t care!
Paper bag, steaming dream,
Golden gods of the deep-fried scene.

Fish and chips!
Fish and chips!
Cod crusader, double-dipped!
Fish and chips!
Fish and chips!
I live, I die, by Friday night.

Battery heaven, vinegar rain,
Mushy peas drive me insane.
Takeaway king, I wear the crown,
Feed me haddock, I won’t back down.

No sushi, no kale, no avocado toast,
Just fried devotion to what I love most.

Fish and chips!
Fish and chips!
Wrap it tight and don’t you stare.
Fish and chips!
Fish and chips!
Grease my soul I’ll die with you.

Salt me wounds, drown me fries,
I’m the legend the seagulls despise.
Fish and chips!
Forever crisp.


FISH AND CHIPS ENTHUSIAST


Four years deep in student stew,
Now I’m broke and nothing new!
PhD in self-abuse,
Fried my brain for no excuse!

Meaningless sausage! Burp!
Stuffed with debt and false promise!
Meaningless sausage! Burp!
Pay to play then join the jobless!

Art degree, philosophy 
Now I work in retail misery!
Critical thinking’ at the till,
Scan your pain, pay the bill!

Cap and gown, the joke’s on me,
Wrote ten essays on ennui!
Now I’m grilling hope on toast,
Bachelor of broke I’m the host!

Meaningless sausage! Rot!
Education in a parking lot!
Meaningless sausage! What the heck?
Turn your dreams into student debt!

Piped full of lies, sealed with pride,
Nothing inside but ego fried!
Meaningless sausage! (chew!)
The system’s full of you!


MEANINGLESS SAUSAGE


Empty glass, empty room,
Flickers, quiet gloom.
Dreams dissolve in amber hue,
He says, “My love, it’s you.”

Misery juice,
My only friend.
Pour me again,
Until the end.

Lonely boy, Friday night,
Barroom heart, borrowed light.
Love won’t call, truth’s no use,
He’s in love with misery juice.

Misery juice,
Cold embrace.
Liquid truth,
A lover’s face.

Misery juice,
Soft and slow.
He drinks to feel,
He drinks to glow.
Misery juice…
He won’t let go.


MISERY JUICE


Sharp suits, skinny ties,
Parkas, shades, city skies.
Roller shoes and scooter rides,
Style returns, the past collides.

Mod fashion trends, wow yeah!
Back again. Oh, yeah!
Mod fashion trends,
Never end.

Buttoned collars, polished shoes,
Vinyl nights, neon hues.
Old school cool in modern streets,
Echoes of those rhythmic beats.

Mod fashion trends, wow yeah!
Back again. Oh, yeah!
Mod fashion trends,
Never end.

Spin it back, rewind the look,
History’s style in a new book.

Mod fashion trends, wow yeah!
Back again. Oh, yeah!
Mod fashion trends,
Never end.


MOD FASHION TRENDS


Old Brother Prawn, in his rusted chair,
Counts his coins, but no one’s there.
Silk in rags, his kingdom small,
Walls of gold, and that’s his all.

Old Brother Prawn alone again,
Cold champagne, and acid rain.
Old Brother Prawn the world withdrew,
No one left to lie to you.

He speaks in orders, never in grace,
Mirrors crack to dodge his face.
Dinner for one, a kingdom’s sigh,
Silver spoon and empty eyes.

Old Brother Prawn your crown decays,
Built from spite, and darker days.
Old Brother Prawn you fade from view,
No one left to pity you.

Cold hands, colder throne,
Money talks but not at home.
Lonely feast, bitter dawn,
Sleep tight, Brother Prawn.

Old Brother Prawn fades to gray,
No heart, no love, just slow decay.
Old Brother Prawn your reign is through,
No one left to mourn for you.


OLD BROTHER PRAWN


Eyes wide no retreat,
Steel breath feels the heat.
Shadow claws, pulling near,
Stand tall spit out the fear.

Bite the dark, break the chain,
Feed the fire, kill the pain.

Spit out the fear! Oh yeah, whoa whoa!
Grind it down, disappear! Yeah yeah, yeah
Spit out the fear!
No god, no cage, no tear!

Fangs of doubt, taste the fight,
Chew the edge of endless night.
Bleed the truth, crystal clear,
Crush the voice you used to hear.

Bite the dark, break the chain,
Feed the fire, kill the pain.

Spit out the fear! Oh yeah, whoa whoa!
Grind it down, disappear! Yeah yeah, yeah
Spit out the fear!
No god, no cage, no tear!

Fear is the liar inside!
Fear where the weak ones hide!
Fear burns I sear!
Fear I spit you clear!

Spit out the fear! Oh yeah, whoa whoa!
Grind it down, disappear! Yeah yeah, yeah
Spit out the fear!
No god, no cage, no tear!


SPIT OUT THE FEAR


Boil the kettle burn your tongue!
Microwave death dinner’s done!
Instant meal, instant pain,
Brain’s half-cooked, circling the drain!

Two-minute noodles! Yeah!
In ten seconds’ flat! Zap!
Science said “don’t!”  I said “WHAT?!”
Two-minute noodles! Go!
Ten-second fry! Die!
Food or crime I don’t know why!

Flavour pack from hell’s own sack,
MSG attack, no turning back!
Plastic fork melts, kitchen’s gone,
Still I slurp punk phenomenon!

Two-minute noodles! Yeah!
In ten seconds’ flat! Zap!
Science said “don’t!”  I said “WHAT?!”
Two-minute noodles! Go!
Ten-second fry! Die!
Food or crime I don’t know why!

“Nutrition? Who needs permission?
I’m a culinary nuclear mission!”

Steam, smoke, ramen doom,
Exploding fork across the room!
Two-minute noodles! (gone!)
Ten seconds wrong!


TWO MINUTE NOODLES IN 10 SECONDS

▼ WIG OUT SOCIETY is produced by Brain Glitch Art studios Melbourne Australia, 2025. 
▼ Vocals / Guitars: Jimmy Radox.
▼ Vocals / Casio SK-1 / Fortran Nerdy Gurdy: Yakov Blu Öyster.
▼ Vocals / Zeusaphone / Microvolt 3900: Miss. Svetlana Bog Blagoslovil.
▼ Vocals / Guitars and Synth: Davedog.
▼ Vocals / Bass Guitar: Anastasiya Volkova (AKA. Synthetic Butterfly).
▼ Vocals / Drums: Doktor Mong Chung.
▼ Please download our songs. We hope you enjoy yourself. 
▼ Thank you kindly and best wishes from WIG OUT SOCIETY.

CLASSIFICATION OF NONSENSE

WIG OUT SOCIETY

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