Pot of gold at the bottom of my Facebook feed

Tryna catch up on reality TV

Little Molly was tugging on my sleeves and tearing

At my ears so it wasn't fucking easy

Molly knows how to make Mummy sad

Mummy knows how to make Molly shut up

Molly knows how to make Mummy sad

Mummy knows how to make Molly fuck off


The prophecy is etched on the tablet

The prophecy is etched on the tablet

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way


You little arsehole, sit inside a dark hole, scan

another barcode, look at what you could've won

If the walls come tumbling around you mummy's in

the next room blissfully ignorant

You little cry baby

I'd rather have a crack baby

Little mannequin, sipping off a cracked up screen

Lose your mind and forget to eat


The prophecy is etched on the tablet

The prophecy is etched on the tablet

Little Molly come on in and inside you'll find

A little sex and violence all refined

To your bite-sized needs and deep desires

Bottomless pit don't check the time

Roll up, roll up and bite the hook,

We've got every word of every book

And you can clear your skin or buy the look

Bottomless pit so don't look up


Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way

Double screen it, matinee

Dopamine in the worst fucking way