Текст The Screaming Jets – Individuality

Whatever you want, you got it, whatever makes you happy
You can’t ruffle any feathers, and don’t forget to stir the gravy
But even though I’m used, it’s all part of appropriation
You try to hide the truth with your procrastination

But individuality’s to rise on your cottage
Suiciety, it never reaps the harvest
You never gonna get it big

The time and the place plays, keep on moving on like the ocean
So wipe that fuckin’ stupid look off their face
‘Cause it’s just like I imagined

And everything I do, just adds the artist’s satisfaction
But then you look at my ideals, to feed your morbid fascination

Well, individuality’s to rise on your cottage
Yeah, suicide-suiciety, well, it never reaps the harvest
You’re never gonna get love
You’re throwin’ it all away

I just can’t get enough, no satisfaction

Well, individuality’s to rise on your cottage
But their suiciety, well it’s never gonna reap any harvest
Well, your individuality’s to rise on your cottage
Their suicide-suicide-suiciety, well, it never reaps any harvest