Trip Fontaine We Are All Chemical
we came with greedy eyesand clothes of bigger sizes
with carbs inside our stomachs
with pheromones in our sweat
and tons of arguments
we were ready to take over
with endorphines in our blood
and our pockets stuffed with visions
with a trembling voice you emphasized
that we are superstitious
with both feet on the ground
stuck in your bounds
and more fists than we had
you brought us back on the tracks
a little clap a little slap
and everything seemed right
you took the keys you took the car
and we stopped to fight
yes we became politicians
as numb as we are
the circumstances lowered our ambitions
until we praised what we have got
with both feet on the ground
stuck in your bounds
and more fists than we had
you brought us back on the tracks
a little clap a little slap
and everything seemed right
you took the keys you took the car
and we stopped to fight
what's left to do but throw ourselves into the letters
and tunes
what's left to do but rub young flesh until it's
withered and used
