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Bad Astronaut Twelve Small Steps One Giant Disappointment

This Vehicle is breaking down Someday I'll stop Can't get these tired wheels to go round Back in the shop A month of treatment for the wear and tear

Save your best moves. It gets weird Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors Carrying creed cards we all race for death Hope to be saved by our next breath

for king land rituals I am a spokesman for a derivative Travelling salesman Selling old narrative True sounds of liberty Straining through my voice Only heard in their code One

Here is the world they?ll try to sell you Here is the ache habituate They?ll have your eyes and they will hang your view So high Minus the world we

We run like it kills us to stay If Josh happy nothing to the didn't last top to you He's try is knees things my seems to many one else A retard them

on you Hey Derrick Lied to you Hey Jason Gagged on you Hey Bomer Dogs on the still water drown Before their small town And we?re off this week to Johannesburg

Tonight the drunks are infected, we're on our way As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d And I am a walflower, maybe a better father This