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One more poison cupcake land mine
That all the baby boomers are leaving for us to clean up
After they all die.

Revel in the digs like a bat out of hell.
Career in making a living.
Buy or sell?

Locked into a mindset
And I was told to throw away the key.
Told myself that I’d be fine
Instead I’m not sure who to be.

Does anybody have a spare key?

This is fucking useless.

I see myself holding little bags for someone in the future
That makes more money than me.
Just because I was told just to do fucking something
Anything.
By people whose advice ain’t free.

This body I’m carrying
I think it’s dead.
It’s dead.
Can I get you to say it again?

This body I’m carrying
I think I’m dead.

You’re dead.

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from The Nap Heard Round The World, released April 10, 2017

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