Every sick, fickle fucker
Childhood's what makes ya
Weigh those opinions
More like air than lead
Till they treat ya like tundra
Surefire disappointment up ahead
Every planned occupation
See mirages of friendship, face turns read
Till they treat ya like desert
Here's the soon to be anchor
Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere
That their bread is buttered by Sam
Every governor's mother knows
Every childstar wonders
And what about science?
Every kindhearted banker
They find proof and let you make your own decisions
Every winning opinion
If they have a future up ahead
I don't think there is one
Stand on platforms in water
Filling jars full of silence you'll get nowhere
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Tundra/desert Lyrics

Modest Mouse – Tundra/desert Lyrics