Testo: Sloppy Meateaters. Conditioned By The Laugh Track. The Ballad Of Boo Radley.

I guess I'm feeling that depressed suicidal lunge
not quite the success I was hoping for
(farmclub)
I am the scarecrow
pointing my shaky hands
into some direction
I don't quite understand

Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
I'm moving on & on

yeah

Existence is this persistent
whimper of wind
I got my boat and I'm sailing in

Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
I'm moving on and on
and you ain't stopping me

just when things start to go my way
I see myself in a picture frame
I see myself as 18 on the broad st
talking loud, trying to beat back the
jealous motherfuckers who shit on me
said we was nothing, we would never succeed
then out of the blue we were VIP and those
same motherfuckers throwin' smiles at me
but I know what the real score is
and you know I know

Yeah
Yeah