Awaken from your slumber. And get up for the train. You were caught at the station. And waiting for the rain. . Well, I call and you answer. And I answer you again.
Accept it, live with it. Move on it right now. The world is sailing. You must turn and face the bow. . The sting of loss is stinging. Voice drowned by the wind.
We all know she's not alone. That doesn't mean she's not lonely. We said, "Goodbye", I felt sick inside. Leaning on a rail, I watched her as she shied away.
People will tell you where to go. So I've heard it said. I laid down to take a little nap. But there was wet concrete in my bed. . Now you're hanging out your lantern.
Carrying your ashes from bar to bar. I'm in a mess and you're in a mason jar. With you under my arm like a football. I'm not ready to let go and that is all.
I don't play the fool 'cause I'm not acting. Don't know the angles, I've stopped protracting. The earth is flat unless you're an astronaut. This tune is vibration, if your hearing is shot.
In a fluid notion give away your best. Make a forward motion and in the heat undress. Nearly forty hours it's a living death. If we could only catch our breath.
You're so far out. That you've gone right in. And you're so turned in. That you've turned right off. . Let's not forget about the reason. Let's not forget about the slow dance.
An embarrassment of riches. Up ahead between the ditches. Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles. In the toilets of the super models. . Steady on watch what you wish for.
In natural selection I've avoided all detection. And the tender bits underneath. All with window dressing and calculated guessing. And a bark bigger than my teeth.
This life is. A painful test. You know it. We work our lives through. All of this for what? Nothing!. What is life's meaning. Through the test you will find out.
Smokescreen, oil patch. Road full of thumb tacks. Stiletto umbrella, steel bowler hat. And spectacles made of bulletproof glass. . Armour in the rat race.
Intro:. Rest in peace (agbadura). It is what it is we don't play outchea bruh (fun awon totiku). It's kinda stupid you think you can mess with this team homs (kilen ro gaan).
In the family. With paths of proven trust. We recognize respect. And if you don't. You completely suck. Through trial and error we see. What life really means.
Say you mean it. (Say you do). Say you don't. (Or maybe not). . Say it's stupider, be the genius. (Make your mind). Or be a clown. (Open wide). . Be the witchdoctor and cast your spell around.
Respect not earned. Respect denied. Lesson not learned. Punishment of life. Beat this path of hate. Struggles to live in pain. How dare you think to stand in my way.
Add it to the list of square jawed decisions. I refuse to make for the same reason. San Franciscans don't leave on account of an earthquake. There are textbook moves and trails to blaze.
Hate you and your life. It sucks anyways. We can't stand. You're in denial. Ignorance. The shit you give is so worthless to us. Go back to the rest of your ignorant herd.
Playing this game. No fun called life. Pain. Every frustrating day. There's no way to explain this world. Pushing hard against the hatred. Life's so suck, how can we take it.
Now I rush to the finger of light. I guess I tore my head off. I hope there's something waiting for me. To make my exit payoff. . Taste and smell and touch.