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Pat The Bunny

Song For A Netflix Account

 

Song For A Netflix Account

(album: The Volatile Utopian Real Estate Market - 2014)


I lay down an awful wreck
Pissing out my window and smoking in bed
The good don't die young, they just haven't had time to
Fuck up the same as the rest of us yet
I want nothing, nothing at all
I'd be driving drunk if I still got drunk
Rev the ignition, straight on to oblivion
Into a void as pure as they come
But if we aren't dead yet, then let's not live as ghosts
If we aren't in jail, then we can leave the house
I'll show you that there's reason to hope in
The spray paint that's all over downtown

Let's fill up our shopping carts with the things we need
And just roll out the front door
Past the cashiers and security guards
But the magnets trip the wheel locks
Before we even clear the parking lot
And take off running through the neighbor's yard

I lay down an awful wreck
Mumbling to myself about the government again
Maybe postmodernism's just an extended tantrum
About how we don't have our flying cars yet
I want nothing, nothing from them
I'd smash every machine if I didn't have one
Rev the ignition, straight onto oblivion
Into a void as pure as they come
But if we aren't dead yet, then let's not live as ghosts
If we aren't in jail, then we can leave the house
I'll show you that there's reason to hope in
The spray paint that's all over downtown

Meet me at the diner at six o' clock on every Wednesday night
And we'll get some coffee and pie
And I'll smile, tip the waiter
Get a ride home: "Thanks for the favor."
And hope that that's enough to build a life

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