The Future Is Cancelled, Pt. II

Lyrics

You're taking steps like all your friends are The awful mess the best laid plans are Put on a game face they'll appreciate Follow your pride and concentrate And stop fucking around Play, play, play, kid The stage lights, the crowd The bitter taste in my mouth The way old men learn The way old men learn The way that kids burn out Trust, disappointed trust Misdirected lust The lies between us Fate, so sedate All the petty ways she has to hate us Behold, ancient kings of old Whose hands turned things to gold What crumbles at our touch Fate, so sedate All the petty ways she has to hate us Boys in the cockpit navigate So idle chatter, radiate And animals come out to play Play, play, play, kids The gentlemen's lounge The bitter taste in my mouth The way young kids learn