Set in Time
Thoughts from a Backseat 6 year old
the car in front of us is belching up glowing ash
High Romp Cataclysm
Have you ever gotten an F?
Had a teacher whose nose is upturned so high
You could see the skeletons of former classmates in her snot-closet?
Has a stream of frothy warm light
Ever grazed your arm and upper hip?
Disguised as white, like a klan member
In social studies, but hidden as
Every color you chase in innocence
And in your dreams, both fleeting and fading until this glorious moment?
Was there ever a better implosion?
Was there ever a bigger extortion?
From the teach who's determined to preach
From the holy book of Physics!? Meek
And cowardly you slouch your shoulders and start a new drag about prisms.
They pull apart at the seams what it seems to all mean, huh
This place is kinda like a prism, yeah.
Or a prison. Depends on which
Side of the river tracks you hatched on
Let the numbers decide if
Across the river is the new up the stream,
On this Darwin's ark fantasy
Only two of the fittest survive
Not even god can judge us
There's no mail on Sundays, he never gets jury duty!
the car in front of us is belching up glowing ash
like a cigarette tapped gently
over grandma's ashtray
Those were some days.
-
We passed a dead fawn
So much for Bambi's pack
Thumper was in black,
He had a wild look in his eyes
Almost like an animal
About to find headlight paradise
I think I'll watch that tonight
-
night came in swinging, the sky's swollen
We can't see where the policemen hide
Scowering, wringing sweaty hands and
Throwing shady eyeballs back and forth
-
Aisle five was out of breadcrumbs
Those were some days.
-
We passed a dead fawn
So much for Bambi's pack
Thumper was in black,
He had a wild look in his eyes
Almost like an animal
About to find headlight paradise
I think I'll watch that tonight
-
night came in swinging, the sky's swollen
We can't see where the policemen hide
Scowering, wringing sweaty hands and
Throwing shady eyeballs back and forth
-
Aisle five was out of breadcrumbs
High Romp Cataclysm
Have you ever gotten an F?
Had a teacher whose nose is upturned so high
You could see the skeletons of former classmates in her snot-closet?
Has a stream of frothy warm light
Ever grazed your arm and upper hip?
Disguised as white, like a klan member
In social studies, but hidden as
Every color you chase in innocence
And in your dreams, both fleeting and fading until this glorious moment?
Was there ever a better implosion?
Was there ever a bigger extortion?
From the teach who's determined to preach
From the holy book of Physics!? Meek
And cowardly you slouch your shoulders and start a new drag about prisms.
They pull apart at the seams what it seems to all mean, huh
This place is kinda like a prism, yeah.
Or a prison. Depends on which
Side of the river tracks you hatched on
Let the numbers decide if
Across the river is the new up the stream,
On this Darwin's ark fantasy
Only two of the fittest survive
History will keep telling the present
'Wait to fire till you can see the whites of their eyes!'
And the fathoms of their souls
Prosperity vision
Disparity driven
Raze your face for a trophy mask
Put your stare on ice
Bleach your asshole
Cook your hair of lice
Empty your pockets of
Faith, hope, race, identity, and anything else that might
Threaten the security of a well-maintained facility
While they treat you with hostility
And act as if nobility. Conversely,
Gold Cadillacs,
Silver toilet seats and stainless steel toilet paper,
Shoe shines till your feet are red,
Raw and dripping blood, it's success!
Expectation takes you to stumble the latter
Empty your body upon
Every step. When you get to the top
You'll be so little a little wind
Will carry you right back down to here.
And here there is but two choices to make
how you will fail, and how long it will take
Welcome To My Humble Abode
Would you like some tea?
How are the kids?
Reminds me, once
Dad was screaming
"Screw you!
Screw this!
Screw that!
Screw everything in this GODDAMN house into the GODDAMN floor!"
Straight into the ground where it will be, forever more
'Wait to fire till you can see the whites of their eyes!'
And the fathoms of their souls
Prosperity vision
Disparity driven
Raze your face for a trophy mask
Put your stare on ice
Bleach your asshole
Cook your hair of lice
Empty your pockets of
Faith, hope, race, identity, and anything else that might
Threaten the security of a well-maintained facility
While they treat you with hostility
And act as if nobility. Conversely,
Gold Cadillacs,
Silver toilet seats and stainless steel toilet paper,
Shoe shines till your feet are red,
Raw and dripping blood, it's success!
Expectation takes you to stumble the latter
Empty your body upon
Every step. When you get to the top
You'll be so little a little wind
Will carry you right back down to here.
And here there is but two choices to make
how you will fail, and how long it will take
Welcome To My Humble Abode
Would you like some tea?
How are the kids?
Reminds me, once
Dad was screaming
"Screw you!
Screw this!
Screw that!
Screw everything in this GODDAMN house into the GODDAMN floor!"
Straight into the ground where it will be, forever more
Not even god can judge us
There's no mail on Sundays, he never gets jury duty!