Sunless, waking in a wall
Fumble around so the fingers can thaw
Dreamless, just moving out loud
Meat in a market sold or thrown out
Corpses, still beating is all
Running in shit with my head on a quarter
Symbol, I'm slot machine made
Ringing and riotous I'm getting paid
And now you can say did it
And you can say did it good
And you can pat yourself on the back like a big boy
Like a big boy should
I'm gonna beef it up
Get all my buddies off
When they get checks in the mail like the CFO of Microsoft
Tipsy truck, outline
Through the dust we drive
Now behind, that's life
People roam, people die
Sour Patch, gas stop
Filling up, getting lost
Scary pump, lost some
And still we ride, still we run
Oh, that's life
People roam, people die
Sour Patch, gas stop
Filling up, getting lost
Casted, white tape on the lines
Can't drive safe when the driver is blind
Forcing our way cause collected minds force fate for a pile of dimes
Now pass this
Always stretching the vine
Hording the grapes and chugging the wine
Resigned to the life of the kiss of the climb
The gem in the mine
The cave collapsed the breaks did grind
And we danced our way to ancient times
To fight or flight to no divine
Though we find we live a crime
A cold collective lie
Collected by
Art collectors buying
The spine of a sharp decline into the grime
But we eat it, motherfucker when we eat it we eat it we eat it
Tipsy truck, outline
Through the dust we drive
Now behind, that's life
People roam, people die
Sour Patch, gas stop
Filling up, getting lost
Scary pump, lost some
And still we ride, still we run
Oh, that's life
People roam, people die
Sour Patch, gas stop
Filling up, getting lost