Civil Obedience
(专辑: Human The Death Dance - 2007)
[Sage singing in a
club with the
audience] You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker! Go to bed late, then I
have to wake Get to work, keep it going, can't stop, can't take a
break Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the
things I
wanna do But by the
time I
finished it, it's time for me to talk to you And then explain what I
do in my day, well It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell" And I
will try, if I
miss any details Think about it later and then send it in an e-mail 'Cause my brain is on a
loop, but there's a
buzz That I
need to troubleshoot, not now Gotta-gotta get the
work done Last night, some other day is turning to the
first one I, never gonna never gonna I, am never gonna never gonna I, ain't never gonna ever gonna die Huh, pedal to the
medal, gonna get ahead Gonna run another red light in the
dead of the
night Letting the
light from my cellphone distract my eyes Sexual text messaging to my mind Fingers are busy, but now I'm looking in the
mirror Cause the
people behind me, they're giving me the
middle finger I'll kill 'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth! Drinking the
coffee, now I'm dumping it out He's honking his horn like "You wanna throw down?!?" He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now? I'm ready (I'm ready)" For the
typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it?) I'm just a
man, with a
company van And a
supervisor who just does a
summary scan And a
coworker who's always like "Just cover me man" In the
morning we all get into the
huddle again Like "Can we even make more money?" I
wonder what the
luxury is really taken from me I
don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-ha-hiiii) Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people… Are gonna die… 'Cause they can't live… My life… All eyes on the
small guys making small noise In a
small town with the
small music men You're just fall guys, in the
law's eyes Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not fooling anyone I'm not a
con-artist, your pencil and promises eroding eraser tips I'm sick of your colleges Expensive taste-tester: “Spit that wine” Excessive waist, chest, butt; it's that time For me to get randomly checked again Bored until you're marked with a
blood-red pen Water bottle sitting in my pocket and I'm walking with a
grin 'Cause the
liquid isn't permitted, I'm ripping up the
ticket For the
lady at the
counter as confetti in her face! Shoulda never let me in this place Fly, fly boy in the
brownest state I
got a
feeling that I'm never gonna get let out the
gate 'cause I'm the
BOMB Yeah I
said it; cool, collected, and calm Maneuver through the
computer to do a
little song My music got the
charm Smoother than a
cougar, attack the
mic and get on the
intercom “Hello passengers, fellow activists, Whether you're masochists, mellow pacifists Tell those faxing it is no accident By the
end of this record, you're gonna knowwwww” Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people Are you listening, Love? I
got a
theory for us Can you hear me enough, can you hand me my stuff? 'Bout to move out this scary cemetery you trust Living just a
little bit, it isn't nearly enough Living just a
little bit, it isn't nearly justified Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die [Sage Speaking:] I
wanna kee—I wanna keep making things an-and death really is-is uh not to be part of my eh-everyday activities. It's not to be in my music anymore, I
don't want it there. It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that. I
mean de-de-death only as a
concept is what matters and-and God as a
concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me. Um, and to you, I
know you, I
know you much better than you think I
do uhh… I
hope we meet sometime, I
wouldd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a
kiss, uh right there, on my face. And uh, I
don't know, maybe have sex a
little bit.