punctured brain
i used to listen to pandora at work. back when we were sponging off of someone else’s broadband and it didn’t matter if i slowed down the network. now i rarely listen to anything except the noise inside my head, because i’m either too busy to notice the silence, or i’m trying to hear what’s going on outside my door because i’m outside the circle and nobody talks to me.
the world is running on a flat tire losing it’s head
it’s coming inside instead
moving on from the beginning until the end
going though the change of spring
some simple things can move your mind
but you gotta get down on the line
you gotta take what comes even
you watch it standing by, my funny friend
you’ve got to check inside your tongue
is there anything moving inside of there?
check, if there’s a conversation coming down
are you just another tv, dumbfuck?
moving on your moment so quickly
burning all the rubber as the wheels keep turning
moving on your moment so quickly
burning; dead brain cells burning
moving in your moment so quick
rat race running, my wheel’s got a puncture
moving on your moment so quick
punctured brain’s not thinking again
blowout on the wheels of progress
progress is never never gonna take a rest
it’s a bomb that’s waiting to go off
it’s a rat race that’s gonna take all of us
i look up every day in the sky
and i say “what the hell are we doing here?”
someone tell me why oh why
do we talk, do we talk, do we work
till we die?
moving on your moment so quickly
burning all the rubber as the wheels keep turning
moving on your moment so quickly
burning; dead brain cells are burning
moving in your moment so quick
rat race running, and my wheel’s got a puncture
moving on your moment so quick
punctured brain’s not thinking again
i don’t understand, it’s all zoom by and kid’s play and uh,
a mortuary
cashing in yourself for some silence
so desperate for change
taking something inside us
selling out again
there’s smoke on the water
there’s mud in my tea
there’s bees in the jam jar
and they can’t get free.
moving on your moment so quickly
burning all the rubber as the wheels keep turning
moving on your moment so quickly
burning; dead brain cells burning
moving in your moment so quick
rat race running, and my wheel’s got a puncture
moving on your moment so quick
punctured brain’s not thinking again
moving on your moment so quickly
augh
moving on your moment so quick
augh
moving on your moment so quickly
augh
moving on your moment so quick
so quick, so quick
so quick, so quick
politicians; give them two shanks and a cure.
hello, my friends, do you read me?
yeah, it fits.
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