The pep talk is a lost art Nothing sinks in Till a depth charge Drops in the glass jar Run me off the road in a golf cart Ready, set, go That's a false start Sucker punch my ego Now it's offline On guard Off chart Missing and I don't want it back Need a fresh start Running on a substrate-independent punch card Life's too hard And I think I need a life guard
Jaw drops on the floor like a caveman Deadpan Lifespan equal to or less than Disturbed young man with a tan Old cuts on the hand Outline of the damn plan Sprinting to the finish in a caravan Bury me underneath the street All American
But would it be such a shame If everything fell out of place Maybe there's some magic In rejecting a challenge Like an actress who practiced And then quit Don't care if we were ever good All we ever really had was taste Machines will do the heavy lifting Leave us be to curate and play
Jaw drops on the floor like a caveman Deadpan Lifespan equal to or less than Disturbed young man with a tan Old cuts on the hand Outline of the damn plan Sprinting to the finish in a caravan Bury me underneath the street All AmericanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
