Holy Shit

It isn't any different, it's the same old *******t

It goes...

I am oh so fascinated,

I am oh so entertained, standing here like a comedian,

I repeat what

I said, again and again and again until the meaning has become an imitation of itself, an impression of an original defeats the ******* purpose.

I don't know where this is going, but it's looking more and more like the same place that we started.

Oh good God, holy *******t, the joke's on us, not on them.

Just pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Oh good God, holy *******t, the joke's on us, not on them.

Just pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

And everybody's watching the lead singer in the band.

The guitars explode into a drumbeat that's driving.

It's pretty ******* boring, oh don't you think.

And of all the things we'd ask, of all the ways we'd like for it to be, they're just drunken conversations, song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately.

Like I believe in a power that is of and by the people.

I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.

I believe that

I will endure, and

I will overcome.

And I will sing it until

I no longer remember the reason.

What was the reason?

Corrected by

Karl Nickel aka.

Lunchb0x