Tundra/desert Lyrics - Interstate 8 (live) - Modest Mouse

Every sick fickle fucker 

Childhood's what makes ya 

Till they treat you like tundra 

Weigh those opinions, more like air than lead 

Every planned occupation 

Surefire disappointment up ahead 

Till they treat you like desert 

See mirages of friendship, face turns red 

He's soon to be an anchor 

Build the bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere 

Every governor's mother knows 

That their bread is buttered by Sam 

And what about science? 

Then find the proof 

And let you make 

Your own decisions 

Every child star wonders 

If they have a future up ahead 

Every kind hearted banker 

I don't think there is one 

Every winning opinion 

I wish I had one 

Every winning opinion 

I, I wish I had one 

Stand on platforms in water 

Filling jars full of silence you'll get nowhere 

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