15 Minutes (Of Shame) Songtext
von Tim Minchin

By now we thought that there would be
Jetpacks and flying cars
Robots to do the cleaning up for us
And help with the shopping
We′d all be famous for a bit
That's what Andy Warhol said
Thought we′d all get our coloured hand
Well the truth would rock him

He may be surprised
To wake up and find
That we have weaponised
Humiliation

In the future, everyone
Everyone will have
Their 15 minutes
15 minutes of shame (shame)
A 15 minutes where they
Are unforgivable


Pick up your pitchfork and your torch
We'll go hunt the monster down
But keep an eye out for uneven ground
We'll turn on you if you stumble
Don′t need perspective or a heart
Leave humility at home
Welcome to the glasshouse, hope you brought your stones
Are you ready to rumble?

I am scared to write
Anything that might
Upset my own tribe
But never mind, ′cause
In the future, everyone (future)
Everyone will have
15 minutes
15 minutes of shame
15 minutes where they
Are unforgivable
Irredeemable
Inexcusable scum (scum, scum, scum)
Fit only to be strung up
In the village square
I will see you there

I am scared to say
Anything that may
Be taken the wrong way
But fuck it, baby


In the future, everyone
Everyone will have
15 minutes
15 minutes of shame
15 minutes where they
Are unforgivable
15 minutes
15 minutes of shame
15 minutes where they
Are unforgivable, irredeemable
Inexcusable
Unforgivable, irredeemable
Inexcusable
Unforgivable, irredeemable
Inexcusable
Unforgivable, irredeemable
Inexcusable
Unforgivable, irredeemable
Inexcusable