[Verse 1: Shred Lexicon]
Uncertain like a merkin merchant,
Beware the serpent lurking in the grass emerging when urgent—
Got me reaching for the bourbon,
Learning what my purpose is
The surfaces of planetary bodies are vast and built to last,
There are reasons to be skeptical,
And to reject the spectacle,
And withdraw, choosing not to reenter the festival,
There are reasons to rise up and throw hands,
When no one can afford the pound of flesh the man demands,
Yo, we used to be invincible, but now the going’s difficult
And you can’t buy groceries with your principles,
The flood coming is biblical, but I’m like Noah peering through the mist,
Envisioning the moment when my ark sets adrift,
And suddenly it’s bliss, I can feel my spirits lift,
And I finally recognize that my time on earth’s a gift,
So I take one last look around before I close the door,
It’ll be another 40 nights before we reach the shore.
[Chorus]
Back from intermission nonfiction quit your bitchin’ son,
Another pitcher’s pitching and it ain’t about the riches won
No more inch-by-inching it’s time to itch what’s itching young,
Number of shits given, none!
We sell shellfish that ingest plastic,
We’re selfish, spilling oil on pelicans,
As long as my skeleton isn’t disturbed
I can post a story and pretend I care about birds!
Liberal in the mind with no action,
It’s all about your self-satisfaction,
Troll your apps for positive reactions,
They want us overstimulated with distractions,
Polarizing factions, republicans and democrats can
crap my a hat and call it fashion,
Every living creature is born special,
But guilt, doubt, and shame bear torturous devils,
So cast the first pebble if you're without sin,
You're living in the shadow of what might have been,
The battle within, its religion vs. science,
Both try to explain which one is lying!
Back from intermission nonfiction quit your bitchin’ son,
Another pitcher’s pitching and it ain’t about the riches won
No more inch-by-inching it’s time to itch what’s itching young,
Number of shits given, none!
[3rd verse: Shred Lexicon]:
When I think back and try to retrace my steps,
Figure out how I got here—was it worth the schlep?
Hell yes doubts have crept and nights were spent unslept,
I remain in the debt of those who haven’t left me yet,
So set your clocks for stress, I’m a mess,
I will put you to the test,
There’s no rest for the wickedest,
Yet I will persevere nevertheless,
It will look effortless even though in truth it took my best,
Yes yes carpe diem, watch the way we RHPem,
Strolling through the arboretum on the way to the museum,
I will be my best self when I achieve freedom,
Until then I’ll continue wrestling my demons,
Am I dreaming, or is this really all there is to life?
Ignore my kid and my wife so I can stare at a device?
Fearing that I might miss the moment…
Not realizing that all along I was my own opponent!
Back from intermission nonfiction quit your bitchin’ son,
Another pitcher’s pitching and it ain’t about the riches won
No more inch-by-inching it’s time to itch what’s itching young,
Number of shits given, none! (repeat)
credits
from Secret Handshake,
released October 5, 2018
Produced by Headsnack
Written by Shred Lexicon and Headsnack
Guitars by Primo Sol
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