(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind

Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)



When all is said and done

Wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down

And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags

And take them down

Down to the town

In a monte carlo

With stevie nicks

The interior, white leather

And you're the last thing on my list

But you're the first thing i'm gonna remember

When i wake up

It's all gonna come to be

The same bad video for twenty years

It's all gonna come to be

Optimistic xerox of yourself

It's easier when you're self-made

You can pack it up and put it on the highway

You can fill up the air with bad breath

'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted

And filtered back into the system

And packaged up

And the space age is running out of distance

It can leap out

And disconnect all the connections

Program the appliances to puke on the floor

It's all gonna come to be

Self-indulgent

Yeah, it's all gonna come to be

The same old noise you never wanted to see

Mexican speed-metals, things

Casserole fruit salad hairgel

Self-inflicted life-affirming hell

Is that slack?

Is that crack?

Are those dogs or are those dogmas?

Are those clogs or platform shoes

On your feet

Take your johnny cashmachine

And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night

Like a plane crash

Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam

And the love that is breathin'

Is the love that is spraypainting

Vandalizing everything you own

'cause it's all gonna come to be

The same bad scene for 20 years

Yeah, it's all gonna come to be

Optimistic xerox of yourself

Predictions of debilitating health

Whining all night long

Whining and dining

Climbing into the rafters

Shredding your afro

Taking karate lessons

Sucking in the bandages


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