Please excuse the lack of a required diacritical mark in the song's title. Said diacriticism would simply blow your music appliance's solid state brain to little bits.
February 2, THESSALONÍKI -
Hey, I’m waiting for you to meet me at the apartment next to the tiki bar.
Oh, there you are.
Well, here we are.
Harold and Maude in the VCR
PBR and CCR
Behind my back is the meat cleaver
That’s going to make you a believer
That’s where they found the meteor
That’s where they make Wikipedia
That’s where I slew the minotaur
That’s where Axl wrote “Civil War”
Time begets constraints you are
Powerless to change
Fine, get this way.
We’ll cool our jets. We’ll marinate.
But don’t get all feudal state on me
We’re a proud puppet democracy
I demand a public apology
For the science that’s been dropped on me!
Late night, Paramaribo
You’ve been out walking like Nico
“These Days” are
A complete waste of bad time
For pete’s sake, at least take the flashlight!
I can’t watch “...About Last Night”
“After Hours” gave me bad vibes
That’s the power of mankind
A chance of showers?
A box of flowers and sunshine
A clock tower...
One by one, the cowards cower and run
My god, it’s only a paintball gun,
Drum Site, Christmas Island
I need nicotine and niacin.
You need time and my trust
Entitlement entitles me to yours
And I’m just a liability you’re living with
So why you grillin’ me?
I’ve tried to be different
Or just think differently and
I’d kill to be innocent. That’s why I gotta leave.
If you still want me, honestly,
Walk into the sea.