Camp Creative Songtext
von Gatherer

Anxiously surrounded by overage
Kids, angst and hair
Made more by packs and wine
Stranded on gang vocal island
With no survival supplies, supplies
This is a delicate situation
Shaky shits and twenty-somethings
Covered in blood-red roses and zits
Selling us out short to make a mint
Surrounded in budget boutique underwear and leopard print
I think I′ve heard this verse before
Something about 'sweetheart discourse′
You don't care
Plastic coloured cups of course
Do you even care?
You're from the southern fucking hemisphere
This is a dangerous situation
I think I need survival supplies, supplies Survival supplies, supplies
By night, it seems a creative, calculated camp was raided
Do you even care?
Rations ruined and wasted
Do you even hear the fucks?
Amidst a cloud of smoke
It′s dead since April
Do you even care?
You′re from the southern fucking hemisphere
This is a delicate situation
I need depleted survival supplies
You sing like you believe it
Fulfilled dreams of worth and vanity
Do you even care?
Do you even care?
You're from the southern fucking hemisphere
Do you even care?