blah blah blah

phony fuckers
clap your hands
walk in line
keep pace
hands at your side
left right left right
what about that new club mix?
but my shows on!
barf
what a dispicable species we can be

rockets to space
blow up in our face
am i sad angry or afraid
i don't know anymore
it's all the same

roll a smoke
crack a joke
hide the fear
wipe a tear

still,
it smelled good today
guess that makes it okay
i'm funny that way

the more you know

the more you know,
the easier it is to bullshit
you can justify anything if you know enough.
for better or worse, i'm gonna ride it out

escape into a world of short-time
no stress with a drink in hand
feel the tunes blast
if only this could last...

knowing i'm going
just the same

knowledge isn't power
knowledge is a curse
the more you see the more you feel
the more it hurts

here i am
making excuses
as i once said
they lead to nooses

take control
stop bullshitting yourself
curse, what do you know?
your as blind as the rest.
you talk a big game
but you've got no plays
watching from the sidelines
it's easy to follow
but inside it's chaos

pick up, dust off
read a book
hack and cough

your doin' fine
just remember
good things take time