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You got your concepts got mine too but I don’t stick to them and Rules are like a promises broke from time to time. Life’s like a millionaire pocket full of change not a penny to spare and Why is it always the poor who give their last dime? The whole thing’s backwards. It’s looking down when it should be looking in. A script with no words. Some silent film being shown on a blank screen. All of us actors. We’re acting like people who should be in a wax museum. And we just keep stumblin along. Take this sinking ship with all its gold to the bottom of the sea and Those pirated expressions won’t counteract that. Go ahead and lock the door. Let it all out or keep it all in and Those liquid therapies they’ll dilute what’s left. The whole thing’s backwards. It’s looking down when it should be looking in. A script with no words. Some silent film being shown on a blank screen. All of us actors. We’re acting like people who should be in a wax museum. And we just keep stumblin along. Hike em all to nature let em all free watch em all run back and- Man’s always walking himself to an early grave. Bleach out all the problems then the worlds left with just one color and- It’s money for destruction at minimum wage. The whole thing’s backwards. It’s looking down when it should be looking in. A script with no words. Some silent film being shown on a blank screen. All of us actors. We’re acting like people who should be in a wax museum. And we just keep stumblin along. I don’t wanna go but- I don’t wanna stay. I just don’t know how long I can be here. I don’t wanna go but- I don’t wanna stay. I just don’t know how long I can- I just don’t know how long I can- I just don’t know how long I can be here. Whoa oh whoa whoa and we just keep stumbling along. ‘Copyright 2006 Justin Saragueta' |