| I ain’t gotta talk, I’ve just gotta sit here and watch while these rocks come
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| tumbling down, down
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| I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles all
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| cover the ground, ground
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| But I will say this; |
| how’s the downpour treating you?
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| When’s the reaper due? |
| I guess about a week or two
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| Dream a new dream deep sleepers, it’s high time
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| High tide’s comin' in, blood up in the pipeline
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| Pumped out, free to any sucker
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| Fetching up a storm, I’ve been sweating like a prawn in the desert summer
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| Rar hard labour, the ship’s made of paper
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| Dissolve in the gutter the drips fade to vapour
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| You can make a few more son, but I’m finished with it
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| Still sitting in my bits, searching for this missing ticket
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| Must’ve put it through the wash, you forgot? |
| I’m still a cynic
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| I know this pond’s not a cotch, I’m still fishin' in it
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| Bring the nets in, run tell your bredrin
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| The red snapper’s back, got your self image melting
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| Pop it up and delve in, pull out some new features
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| Self styled humanoids, dussing from the zoo keepers
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| So I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks
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| come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground
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| Whatever, just climbed out of the — quite far
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| Take your brain clean out of your ‘ead top — mind out
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| It’s Kaiow’s town — Everything’s mine now
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| I’m already but whatever it’s my round
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| And I’m gonna get the shots in
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| Back to the air man
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| I wanna smell the toxins — noxious
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| I’m sippin' wishin-well water, imported from a cold planet
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| Eyes double-glazed, mind bordering on
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| Arms reach it snatches you, go-gadget
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| My attitude’s like my sense of gratitude — I don’t have it
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| I don’t have one
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| If you’re all mouth and no action
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| Don’t get caught slipping with no traction
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| Learning curve’s steeper if you’re sliding down it
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| And the nerds will turn reaper
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| Its really quite astoundin'
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| I’m the early bird eater
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| get devoured
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| If you wanna meet your maker then I think you might have found him
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| So I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks
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| come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground
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| Spreadin' that new type of murkage
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| Fresh out the future, few guys have heard it and lived
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| Pissed, the team’s filling up again
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| Rugged never smooth, the elocution is fuckin' peng
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| I wonder when this shit’ll make sense, maybe never
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| Red skies, charred Earth, shit, rainy weather but whatever
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| It’s the same burned soil I was spawned on
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| Foregone conclusion, mutants and more bombs
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| Be a big fish in a small pond, I’m a shark in a puddle
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| Showin grief caused he passed me a muzzle
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| With a Stella Artois and I’ll guzzle
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| Smash the bottles in the rubble
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| Use the shards as a puzzle
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| And if I ever completed it
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| It’ll be a picture of myself
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| And the pressure I’m dealing with
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| The realest bit is that my heart’s sour from the last half hour
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| I’ve been lobbin boulders from my glass tower
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| So I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I’m just gonna sit here and watch while these rocks
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| come tumbling down, down
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| 'Cause I ain’t gotta talk, I just gotta sit here and watch 'till these pebbles
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| all cover the ground, ground |