Wake up
(Goddamn)
Tell me where I gotta go
Tell me what I gotta drink and gotta think and gotta know
If my chip falls off just put it back on
My shoulder is small but my arms are strong
I’ll breathe sixteenths and honk to the rhythm
And when my neighbor yells, I’ll yell back with him
Tell me if it’s safe to cross the street and when to find new
music or to put it on repeat
You see I
Have no opinions or thoughts hereby I’m a
Happy middle ground just trying every moment not to
Get tangled up in a murderous apocalypse the
Prophet’s apocryphal bucket list, Beelz’ accomplices
But I’m not here for a zombie revolution or
Nuclear war or mother nature’s human absolution
Nah
Hard choices, hard knocks
Throwing hard rocks
If it happens, just pull the plug and let it go [beep]
Instrumental
I-I’ve, got a little bit of life left,
Seven by three down, two score to see, if
I-I get a little ambitious, I might bump it up to three
But all this
Ti-ime is getting in the way of
Finding my fate with my fadin’ fantasy
Ooh
Mama said clean up your act now,
Run from the suicide pact
Wake up
(Again?)
Tell me something that’ll sting
Yeah my skin is made of felt, and my muscle’s made of string
If I talk too fast then the words won’t match
With the others that were ordered from the 22nd batch
My limbs are very bendy
And I’m advertiser friendly
And I’m trying so intently
Just to keep you needing plenty
Of my trendy little frenzy
That my plushy body feeds
To the diligent assembly
That is constantly in need
I’ll keep walking till it’s time for me to run
Tell me if you’re having fun or getting too close to the sun
My wings won’t melt when I’m flying towards you
Cause my stitchin’s really tight and I got lots of glue
Cause I’m not here for a zombie revolution or
Nuclear war or mother nature’s human absolution
Nah
Hard choices, hard knocks
Throwing hard rocks
If it happens, just pull the plug and let it go [beep]
I-I’ve, got a little bit of life left,
Seven by three down, two score to see, if
I-I get a little ambitious, I might bump it up to three
But all this
Ti-ime is getting in the way of
(Ti-ime is fading)
Finding my fate with my fadin’ fantasy
(Close and fading)
Ooh
Mama said clean up your act now,
(Mama said clean up)
Run from the suicide pact
[ (Drink the Kool-Aid)
(Time to get played)
(Chuck the rules you made out the window)
(Don’t be dismayed)
(Everyone stayed)
(Fuck it up and let the bodies hit the floor) ]x4
Maybe the point is that there is no middle ground
No way to get around our little hell safe and sound
We’re all tangled up in a murderous apocalypse
The prophet’s apocryphal bucket list, Beelz’ accomplices
So if we’re stuck in a zombie revolution or
Nuclear war or mother nature’s human absolution
And surviving is the only thing that we can do
Let’s survive then, me and you.
Instrumental
I-I’ve, got a little bit of life left,
Seven by three--
*cough, cough*
Sorry, sorry
I-I’ve, got a little bit of life left,
Seven by three down, two score to see, if
I-I get a little ambitious, I might bump it up to three
But all this
Ti-ime is getting in the way of
(Ti-ime is fading)
Finding my fate with my fadin’ fantasy
(Close and fading)
Ooh
Mama said clean up your act now,
(Mama said clean up)
Run from the suicide pact
Tamar Berk pairs trenchant autobiographical lyrics with brittle guitars for songs that will win over fans of early Liz Phair. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2022
