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Correct Vonnegut Busy Lyrics
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Of all the words of mice and men The saddest are, ''it might have been'' Of all the words of mice and men The saddest are I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in My house to look like it's been lived in My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff My career like a non-stop graveyard shift [Verse 1] Don't clean the crime scene cause time means money Don't need visine when my eyes seem bloody I see dead people, but who doesn't? We walk undercover, deadpan blending in with other human puppets Discussing nothing but the sports and weather If I stare long enough they all morph together Then I freak out, it'll blow my cover So I just keep out, no, we don't know each other I'm on the road to recovery, no GPS Hoist in my sails ‘till the sea breeze rests Suck wind if you wanna player hate Day to day I use my fear of falling asleep to stay awake I appear psychic-like, but I'm not a psychic You're just predictable with no fight left to fight it If you write it they will come with a red pen and a tazer-gun Let's do something I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in My house to look like it's been lived in My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff My career like a non-stop graveyard shift I sift through the ashes in search of surviviors Digging up the Earth filling urns with dirt For what it's worth I'm richer than the cemetary soil I use slant drilling to get my midnight oil I've been moonlighting as a daydreamer I'm at the wheel of an eight-seater, (hey) hey mister gatekeeper Call me key master, no, home owner One, two and to the three and to the foreclosure They said the war was over, but we know it wasn't They wanted more soldiers so we said ''sure, fuck it'' Here's a fresh batch of people with setbacks The poor folk, in fact they’re all broke cause of your debt traps Picking the pockets of people who probably needed assistance most Selling them lies, selling them out, sending them off to a distant coast Telling them anything anyone left with impossible debt is receptive to Breaking a promise of negative worth like ''buddy there's nothing left for you'' Gotta buy buy buy to stay alive, they punish the payment delayed Then they charge you for the low balance then they ask ''why didn't you save?'' Too long we took it on the chin, too long we took it to our grave Now we take what we can get, fuck an unlivable minimum wage Do something It might have been (Do something) It might have been Of all the words of mice and men The saddest are Vonnegut busy Do it, do it mess up my mind (Vonnegut busy) Do it, do it mess up my mind Sometimes I shoot myself in the foot, I put my foot in my mouth Clean it while it’s there, and then i suck the bullet out Reload the weapon, now that's conservation Stay locked and loaded in a bad conversation He making blank statements like the circles of your ammunition's finite Visionary nothing, you're a man who lives with hindsigh Return to the hive mind and call me back I’m predicting early that you’ll be the Monday morning quarterback So, cocksure in a culture that gangs up on bully-types Mob mentality, as if that isn't what a bully's like Inspiration strikes like an union I write these lines just to cross 'em, I'm concluding If my mama don't wanna she never has to work again You never asked me why I spread myself so thin I'm finna flirt dirty with the pen and flick my tongue on this bottom I promise writer's block ain't never been a problem I'll probably make the columns wanna pop bottles of pain relief Sometimes it's what you don't say that says the most to say the least Idle feet are the Devil’s fetish club A highly exclusive spots none of us are members of Dante is a scrub - we kicked him out the van and steamrolled him In 2010 we had a couple dreams stolen Me and B. Dolan relocked and reloaded When it feels like you're going through hell, keep going And as they say may the bridges that we burn light the way I like for my shoes to look like they've been walked in My house to look like it's been lived in My car to look like a coffin that's been driven off a cliff My career like a non-stop graveyard shift Do it, do it mess up my mind Do it, do it mess up my mind Vonnegut busy
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