Current Events (Instrumental)

歌詞

Dang cricket, rabbit spinach I've been stuck in the land of the digits I'm really five foot ten, please try to believe me Poor wording, out of courage No luck with the playful verbiage Used all but ten percent of possible meanings You really ought to know by now That you get what you give And if you don't commit You'll be desperate just to fit in They don't practice then they wonder why they suck Patient? Always been Now don't get outta touch I should have told them that I know better But now I'll show them that I'm no quitter I sit in my house sucking smoke from my mouth Glued to my couch, trying not to go psychotic I got cable to learn another angle But I'm unable to get the hell out of my own head It's been about fifteen years since I've changed my mind about any opinion Clutching to all the same fears that live in the tissue of my protoplasm Talking heads, "Fuck the feds" So well-read, I'm impressed How did you acquire all this undue confidence By babbling about current events and begging people "Smash that like?" Who that, do that Make improvements Work the lane 'til worth consuming Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done Bear that, wear that, slanging pain Art like daggers, ball 'n chain Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done You really ought to know by now That you get what you give And if you don't commit You'll be desperate just to fit in They don't practice then they wonder why they suck Patient? Always been Now don't get outta touch I should have told them that I know better But now I'll show them that I'm no quitter You're never honest, telling folks what they've missed And now they're all pissed, trying not to be neurotic Got no precision to leverage your ambition Say you've got vision, well, why are you always so god damn wrong? It's been about fifteen years since I've changed my mind about any opinion Clutching to all the same fears that live in the tissue of my protoplasm You offer nothing but you want it all You need the adequate to cover for your shortfalls Propitiating to your own cabal Pitiful tantrums to show them you're not small Dying in a dream I should have fooled myself with self-esteem I wanna be oozing health like sub-machine Instead, I'm chomping on rockets and sucking cream