Nothing will make it ever make sense
Waiting for far too many accidents to happen
If I could not kill time you know I still would do just that
Like if wanting was almost enough
A chewed tooth pick on a block of cheese
A crown of creation, a monkey with car keys
Born like a fart in the fourth stomach of a cow
Play ball, catch, next bite
If it ever even was nothing more
Than the outlines of a new horizon
The charm of awakening
Cheap beer and a file under
How big egos fit into small minds
Jerk offs and hollow heads
Play ball, catch, next bite
Diving dumpsters, squatting parking lots, selling buttons under the shadow of the rule
A dream of a better we through cheap beer and stolen candy
Wake me up when you come up with something to die for, 'cos I know it won't be me
Our lives are in the hands of whale blubber, white mice and almost enoughs...
Like buddha and booze intertwined there's past, present and science fiction
What the world shapes us to shape, to make out of it our lives are in the hands of every hand
Wake me up when you come up with something to die for, 'cos I know it won't be me
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