Taking side-eyed glances at the border
But he can hardly keep a cabinet in order
I just go about my days while broken sentences make way
From his gut into hot microphone recorders
Taking oxygen and gasoline to tiki torches
Marching with and riding for the base
Never quite cared for institutions or norms
Barely ever even thought about em before
Now I'm woken up daily by realizations
They hammer my head in push notifications
Of our big, bad boy putting pen to paper
Holding up his homework for the day
Got a 45 making noise tonight
Circles turning and a needle grinding
Flip the record or pull the plug tonight
An emptied head with every morning
Conversation never ending and distorted
Daily daliations from a big, empty suit
That I thought I'd spend a whole lifetime ignoring
How these homespun sentences excite some people
Will blow your mind and shake your days away
Got a 45 making noise tonight
Circles turning and a needle grinding
Flip the record or pull the plug tonight
I guess we're all just lying, talking, typing and writing
Fluffing up our crowd size
I guess we're all just lying, talking typing and writing
Fucking up our crowd size
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