(0177) new millenium blues
she's falling out the boat. i'll let you know this much. they were dying one by one so we never got to touch. we blacked out in the sunlight. our graves were pretty small. so we sold our souls instead which is why we're shopping at the mall. the coffee tasted okay, but it was getting kind of stale. i said i didn't like it much so they threw me into jail.
now, everyone's a hypocrite or so you seem to think. the pages turn too fast for you - so fast you don't have time to blink. the medicine man is creeping up around the way. he's always popping pills, sayin "you better listen to what i say." empty parking lots call out for cars to meet their needs while car dealership owners are doing their best to mislead.
and coming in last place is the turtle up the stream. he just took his precious time. he was lacking in self-esteem. the writers and the critics are busy writing people off. in fact, they're so busy they don't realize they themselves have been laid off. i said, "come a little closer. i want to see your face." right then a comet hit the earth, and we flew out into outer space.
while miss cleo and the others are getting rich at your expense, the farmers in kansas take advantage of the earth while sitting on the fence. all in the name of more luxury and wine, we go out every day to wait our turns in line. innocence has rotted out the best of our returns, and with this newfound interest of mine, there's nothing more to learn.
so until the poor man figures out why no one cares about his fate, i say we form a union and jump into a lake. sure, it would be such a messy place to swim. that's why we'll have the poor man clean it, and we'll leave it up to him. gee this here chorus line is getting kind of old.. but if we repeat it a thousand times, we're bound to strike some gold.
now watching the television, i'm starting to zone out. i saw something on the news; said something about a drought. but i don't need to worry. no, i've got everything i need. just tell me who i should listen to and what books i need to read. seven hours later, i'm falling fast asleep. as soon as i wake up, i'll realize the drugs i used were cheap.
staring down the railway with my hands tucked in my sleeves, i'm a bit confused. should i stay or should i leave? i know where this train is headed. i've been there once before, but there's too many memories i can't seem to ignore. so i jump on without a hitch. i thought it went just fine until i was thrown off and ordered to pay a hefty fine.
feelings left behind, i got back into our car. i tried to go back north, but i couldn't get that far. the ghost of new orleans was walking through a wall. he slipped me a few bucks so i went back to the mall. this time, their coffee was just exquisite or so i had them know. then they offered me some more, but i said i had to go.
now, everyone's a hypocrite or so you seem to think. the pages turn too fast for you - so fast you don't have time to blink. the medicine man is creeping up around the way. he's always popping pills, sayin "you better listen to what i say." empty parking lots call out for cars to meet their needs while car dealership owners are doing their best to mislead.
and coming in last place is the turtle up the stream. he just took his precious time. he was lacking in self-esteem. the writers and the critics are busy writing people off. in fact, they're so busy they don't realize they themselves have been laid off. i said, "come a little closer. i want to see your face." right then a comet hit the earth, and we flew out into outer space.
while miss cleo and the others are getting rich at your expense, the farmers in kansas take advantage of the earth while sitting on the fence. all in the name of more luxury and wine, we go out every day to wait our turns in line. innocence has rotted out the best of our returns, and with this newfound interest of mine, there's nothing more to learn.
so until the poor man figures out why no one cares about his fate, i say we form a union and jump into a lake. sure, it would be such a messy place to swim. that's why we'll have the poor man clean it, and we'll leave it up to him. gee this here chorus line is getting kind of old.. but if we repeat it a thousand times, we're bound to strike some gold.
now watching the television, i'm starting to zone out. i saw something on the news; said something about a drought. but i don't need to worry. no, i've got everything i need. just tell me who i should listen to and what books i need to read. seven hours later, i'm falling fast asleep. as soon as i wake up, i'll realize the drugs i used were cheap.
staring down the railway with my hands tucked in my sleeves, i'm a bit confused. should i stay or should i leave? i know where this train is headed. i've been there once before, but there's too many memories i can't seem to ignore. so i jump on without a hitch. i thought it went just fine until i was thrown off and ordered to pay a hefty fine.
feelings left behind, i got back into our car. i tried to go back north, but i couldn't get that far. the ghost of new orleans was walking through a wall. he slipped me a few bucks so i went back to the mall. this time, their coffee was just exquisite or so i had them know. then they offered me some more, but i said i had to go.
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