lirik lagu jesse dangerously - mundane arcana & eldritch lucidity
kids read spell books but can’t spell. look
they’re trapped in a bell jar instead of hung up on bell hooks
james l. brooks, mel brooks, a clouded outlook
“you ain’t a chicken, you a loudmouth schnook!”
shook, ain’t no such things as halfway
homes. cub scouts stubbed out in the ashtray
that’s “g-y” – not to say i don’t like men kissing
it’s like the middle of the day went missing
this candle’s all wicks and none of your beeswax
handlebar, kickstand, rubber sole, peace activist
building quicksand castles on a slow day
like kids can’t have ’em no more, no way
brocaded vests? that’s no way to dress!
now, with no major threats, you get okay’d to death
go make your bed and lie wired wide awake
while a whole day of stress leaves you no place to rest
best of both worlds, big girls and boys mope
one wretched, the other destroys hope
unchecked, sour candy swells with stupidity
mundane arcana; eldritch lucidity
mundane arcana; eldritch lucidity
mundane arcana; eldritch lucidity
mundane arcana; eldritch lucidity
mundane arcana; eldritch lucidity
“living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!
living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!
living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!
living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!”
monday: hate mondays, drink coffee
shower every all day, get the stink off me!
tuesday: blues at bay from the radio morning show
mediocre media rodeo, here we go!
wednesday: hump day, make the joke weakly
if you don’t got a quote to say, don’t speak to me
thursday: start to need a drink in the worst way
thirst makes it hard, lurch my way to first base
thank god it’s friday: fried like a snake on the highway
set my t–th on edge and my pager on vibrate
sat-rday: cartoons from dawn to noon
all i wanna do is rendezvous with an ingenue
sunday: guilt-ridden, oughta haunt the pew
run, pray i don’t see my face on the news
h-ll is what i’m closest to, oh well, you
tell me – what else am i supposed to do, huh?
“living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!”
(what else am i supposed to do?)
“living in my own world; i’m awake! i’m asleep!
through all seven days of the week!”
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