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Screams In A Vacuum Lyrics


Love You Moon Screams In A Vacuum

Well, the name of the racket is mutual pleasure
With a quota to fill and pages to cover
Well, they're all full of violence, cheap sex and property
And owe a middle class debt and wage slave lottery

Well it all tastes like apathy and shrug shouldered boredum
Keep turning that crank and doing your job son. (yeah!)

Well theres a damn brunette wrapped in bronze patent leather
She got hands on her flesh and a gaze "Come hither"
High, high heels and a low self-esteem
Ink on glossy paper she's a real wild thing

With some tape, pair of scissors you can re-arrange her
And she playing by the rules she keep her mouth SHUT
She a real good woman, stick to her role
Yeah she stays in her place, she dont put up a fight. (Thats a good dame)

Well the pictures they tell me what it takes to be a man
I need a high paying job and buy as much as i can
And I ain't' really strong without a gun in my hand
With a mouth full of meat I choke "United We Stand!"
I gotta drink, f..ck, and fight i love my automobile
And i pledge my allegence to invisible boundarys
And I can't ever let no lady get the best of me. (Gotta keep that upper hand, Right?!)

Well all the teachers and the preachers they got long wooden noses
They tell me I'll be fine if i just compete
I stand in line and I sing with their chior
Do my part in society to aquire and produce
And i sit in my seat and accept my submission
Tell me never to rise unless i ask for permission

Well the old tricky part now is convincing the children
Should keep their fingers wrapped tight around the rope thats tugging
Make that old tired game look hip & unique
Make sure the motives are properly hidden
Tell them every equation is solved absolute
That theres good guys and bad guys like an old silent movie
Oh, so the father will die for an intangability
Well i guess thats just the cost of freedom and liberty. (Yeah! Ain't it sweet! Ain't it sweet?)

Well the pen and the paper is a rock in the ocean
Screams in a vacuum, hands in the copper's cuffs
Story book dreaming for the hopeless romantic
Don't be fooled thats just the way that they planned it


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