Ahh... Go! The sky is falling it?s a curious condition It ain?t a fallacy, it ain?t superstition You live your life like you?re some kind of actor But
I wanna be The richest American I wanna live Out on the street So many reasons To just do nothing To walk around Like you're out on your feet So here
Spinning complacently in the darkness, Assses the mess. Indeed, indeed Famine, bullshit, corporate greed, Elections stolen like a bird steals seed Space
Let's go! Everybody needs to start their own fire Everybody needs a riot of their own Everybody needs to be something that they are not Everybody needs
I'm the king of the air Not that you really care I'm the one that sends all those messages The ones that help you survive And make you feel so alive
The opposite of bravery Has always been conformity Don't trust your friends They'll sell you out 'Cause they don't know what you're about They want
Yeah, yeah This could have been about a lot of things But it's not so don't stop and try to look for the message The world moves and it don't ask why
Trap door on every step Truth is I can't connect Move along I work in stages Where you're at It looks like cages See a little, see a lot Come around
What have we got Yeah, yeah What have we got Yeah, yeah That's what we got! Check out all these rock stars Come on watch them suffer So very sad And
I'm not a spaceman, but on the other hand I never really did fit in as world Hands up to misfits, the ones that don't fit I know that you know that you
Time moves like the cars on the street A million miles from here to nowhere The only thing real is the fact That you search for a way just to try not
that long (you won?t last that long) You won?t last that long (you won?t last that long) You might as well transform (you might as well transform) You
Oh Yeah! Yay! Baby, baby! Look around Look around Tell me what you see It's going down without you Look around Look around Show me anything That makes
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I'm the king of the air, not that you really care I'm the one that sends all messages The ones that help you survive and make you feel so alive The ones
Assses the mess indeed indeed Famine bullshit corporate greed Elections stolen like a bird steals seed Space shots stations circling high Trillions for
Trap door in every step Truth is I can't connect Move along I work in stages Where you at It looks like cages See a little, see a lot Come around see
Ahh go The sky is falling it's a curious condition It ain't a fallacy, it ain't superstition You live your life like you're some kind of actor But this