Lyrics Odd Times - USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker)

Odd Times

Seventy-three
The bus I catch at six-thirty
It’s quarter to eight
I’m gonna get fired, I’m gonna be late
To Timmy’s I go
He is a pimp and we are his hoes
A buck thirty-nine
Seventeen minutes to get there on time
Seventy-three
Degrees, I heard it’s supposed to pour
I take the stairs
But it’s all the way up on the third floor
I take a breath
Hit number three and move to the left
But now we are stuck
And I don’t give a
Pickin' up the pieces
Broke a mirror in Heaven
Pickin' up the pieces
Still I don’t know why
I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve
Been livin' in odd times, odd times
Whoa-oh-oh
I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve
Been livin' in odd times, odd times
Ooh, ooh
I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms
Ooh, ooh
I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms
Key in the door
I turn on the lights, it’s ten fifty-four
I check the machine
There’s nobody there, I don’t really care
Seventy-three
Times I’ve seen this episode
You know the one
They chase the monkey down the road
Eight thirty-eight
I go to the fridge, there’s nothin' to make
I’ll just order in
Anything’s fine, there’s someone outside
Seventy-three
Channels on my TV
I’m set for the night, I’m hittin' the lights
I’m startin' cry, why oh why?
Pickin' up the pieces
Broke a mirror in Heaven
Pickin' up the pieces
Still I don’t know why
I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve
Been livin' in odd times, odd times
Whoa-oh-oh
I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve
Been livin' in odd times, odd times
Ooh, ooh
I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms
Ooh, ooh
I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms