Go to bed late then I have to wait
Get to work, keep it goin
Can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done in time for me to do the things I wanna do but by the time I'm finished is time for me to talk to you and then explain
What I did with my day
"Well, it's complicated" and you say "Pray tell" and I will try
But if I miss any details, think about it later and then send it in an email cause
My brain is on a loop but there's a buzz
That I need to troubleshoot not now
Gotta gotta get the work done
Last item of the day's turned into the first one
I, am never gonna never gonna
I, am never gonna never gonna
I, ain't never gonna ever gonna die
Huh
Pedal to the medal gotta get ahead gotta run another red light in the dead of the night
Lettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyes
Sexual text messaging on my mind
Fingers are busy but now I'm lookin in the mirror cause the people behind me they're givin me the middle finger
I'll kill em if they pull up any closer to my bumper
Short tempered mother-
Shut your mouth
Drinkin my coffee now I'm dumpin it out
He's honkin his horn like he wanna throw down
He thinks I'm mortal, oh he wanna go now? Well I'm ready
For the typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Difficult, isn't it?
Just a man with a company van and a supervisor who just does a summary scan and a co-worker who's always like "Just cover me man"
In the morning we can get into the huddle again
Like can we even make more money?
I wonder if the luxury is really taken from me
I don't even have to worry
I-I-I-I-I-
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people are gonna die
Cause they can't live my life
All eyes on the small guys makin small noise in a small town
We're the small music men
You're just fall guys in the law's eyes
Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not fooling anyone
I'm not a con-artist
You pencil in your promises
Eroding eraser tips
I'm sick of your colleges
Expensive taste tester "Spit that wine"
Excessive waste yes, but it's that time
For me to get randomly checked again
Boarding ticket marked with a blood red pen
Water bottle sittin in my pocket
And I'm walkin with a grin because the liquid isn't permitted
I'm rippin up the ticket for the lady at the counter it's confetti in her face
They shoulda never let me in this place
Fly fly boy in a grounded state
I got a feeling that I'm never gonna get let out the gate cause I'm the bomb
Yeah I said it, cool collected and calm
Maneuver through the computer to do a little song
My music's got the charm
Smoother than a cougar attack the mic and get on itercom:
"Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether your masochists or mellow pacifists, tell those facts and it is no accident, by the end of this record you're gonna know..."
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people
Are you listening, love?
I got a theory for us.
Can you hear me enough?
Can you hand me my stuff?
I'm bout to move up out this scary cemetary of trust
Cuz living just a little bit it isn't nearly enough
No living just a little bit it isn't nearly justified, cause I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-III
Am never gonna, never gonna, never gonna, never gonna die.
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