I So here's a little story about Millie and Matt. Millie always told Matt, you stink and you're fat and why's your shirt all stained? You're one dumb pig, you got a hole in your socks and where's your pumped up tits? Matt had come to live on housing estates, his mum was a nurse and work laid at hourly rates. Daddy was longer, it was a lonely affair, he watched home on the way to feel at home in his tent, cos at home there was nobody there and at school he was just a taboo, he was just that fat dude, so nobody cared. Addicted to that fast food, could even see the archers in the classroom and eat it in a heartbeat. Every afternoon at half three, catch him watching cartoons, Macca's within arm's reach. He'd whistle every jingle in the ad breaks, those fuckers had him gagging on the catchphrase, but one day, when Maddie's mother had a minute, she said someday, you ain't always gonna have my hand to deal with. Matt sat and listened, she had him thinking, she's all in on what the deal is, she told him how she feels, we aren't different. She sees it in the media and reads it on the internet, hears it on the radio. *** is selling product, a symptom of oppression where the 1% get more than just the off cuts and ignorance is bliss. Why won't it let me hit that? I've been trying to get my fix. It's just an empty mismatch, you can try to act a big man. Fingers at the bad guy, you can open up your big mouth, close down your damn mind. I ain't got time to hold your hand, you know I know I don't. And I'm not here to make your mind up, you know I know I won't. You're more than just a ghost in a shell, a ghost in a shell. You're more than just a ghost in a shell, a ghost in a shell. So here's a little story about Millie and Matt. Millie always told Matt, you stink and you're fat. Matty struggled with confidence, kids thought he was chubby. Millie was the opposite, boys called her a honey, born into money. Millie's fam settled in Palm Beach, some would say Summer Bay, had a shelter from harm's reach. And a North Shore mansion was heritage listed, oak floorboards, cabinets and Sheridan linen, extravagant living. You could tell the wealth was a-giving, from the hide, help up in the kitchen. Butler's up in the ovens, after he's done the dishes, he's buttering up the muffins. Father's up in the spinach, yeah daddy was minute. Hit him with the amount, cash in the cow, advertising exec. Macca's was his biggest account, about 20 years back. He scored his first Billboard, before long he made a mil, then a couple mil more, but if only daddy actually cared. She'd wake up and cake up with makeup and glamorous hair. Dreaming of her face up on that Billboard, while half naked on the front page of Vanity Fair. Her mother had lips full of Botox, which influenced Millie to get work done. So would she get implants of a nose job? She loved both, but couldn't yet decide on the first one. September 4th fell on a Thursday, just an ordinary day, in the day of her life. But it was Millie's 21st birthday, a date she'd organised to go under the knife. Not content with the skin that she lived in. Her pursuit of happiness was a curse, before the blade made its decision. Millie grabbed the hand of Maddie's mother, who happened to be the nurse. I ain't got time to hold your hand. You know I know I don't. And I'm not here to make your mind up. You know I know I won't. You're more than just a ghost in a shell. A ghost in a shell. You're more than just a ghost in a shell. A ghost in a shell. A ghost in a shell.