Ignoring our ode to cynism, Al is still stuck in his dusty room. We don't care.
lyrics
Walk head down
Never frown
Just keep stats
Be a skeptic, Al.
Buy a car
Buy a gun
It’s the same
Be rabid, Al.
Just have sex
Just eat fats
Be rational.
Be skeptical
Be a skeptic, Al.
I can feel the noise inside your bones, that aching joy that pulls and grinds, and there is only to unleash the worst of you, the worst of me
‘cause every part of me and you is made of merely cruel beast and what forbids us to come clean is just a slightly less mere thing
we were all bred in from the birth, just like your name, you had no choice, it should prevent you from the void, but have you ever seen it through?
So will you stand up from the dirt and dust collected in your room in years of decent common sense, when you were smiling and said yes?
When you were smiling and said yes…
Walk head down
Never frown
Just have sex
Just eat fats
Buy a car
Buy a gun
Be rational
Be a skeptic, Al
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