It feels like the decline

Bad news clowns and bad
Memory dress removal
Public service superheroes
Needn't constant peer approval

So do what my father told me
And roll with them punches
Stay above them frays
Only poor kids get free lunches

Called "Oreo" and "Faggot"
and "Nigger" and "Mental"
Nothing cut me up deep like
"not working to potential"

So maybe this is the dying
In what looks like a 360
When we get too sick of trying
Give us over into The Mixy