Lyrics One in All - Swingin Utters

One in All

Mr. Product Man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy
The envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me
Periodically searching through the perfect library
A man I am of an unusual sort of aimlessness
But nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness
In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all
He shines his light on me
Fluorescent minds are quick to bite the bait
But there is time for me
The null and void is a dazzled riddle of what may or may not be
Day by day counting the lines in my abridged diary
A man I am, a wary sort of nihilist
Hence bent on the glory of my lifelessness
In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all
Some have been good to me been by my side
Through with the thick and thin and have supported me
Other have scolded me with the scorched bits of their apathy
But I’ve lived to tell this tale of my instinctual vengefulness
A man I am that won’t bow down to humanists
Or the naivete therein that seems to persist
In the pursuit of nothing short of one in all