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1-2 what are you gonna do Can't just squander aimlessly No rest, probably in your best Interest to search underneath The 40 foot high waves and all that tend to rock the boat The serpentine plate backed beasts will shake you clean Or so they told you Building up your database of everyone who ever wronged you The hep cats who didn't watch your set to the chick who sold you percodan off of 29 With the face tat of birds flyin', hadn't seemed to heal quite right and You can drop them They forgot They could be dead or southern baptist; flat earthers, fraught Won'tcha Fold in on your alibis now Move in, apply pressure, and let 'em bleed out On down the road you'll have to lighten your load Or chimney rock will be the last stop that you ever call home Brass tacks: Where do you go to relax To free your conscience of quandaries A brand new studio is right on your street where you can Sign up to sit comfortably And the room files in; sun salute the doyenne Couple candles lit, lids closed but I'm peeking, i'm peeking, god only knows that i'm peeking and I'm taking mental note of the folks without a heavy set a guilt & dread As we bend our legs in front of our heads, try to read their palms, try to read their minds From a distance. it's easy if you know what you're trying to find Look to buy higher power or guidance Get in quick and toss the bags out from under the eyes Alright Fold in on your bottom half now Breathe in. when you do, don't forget to breathe out Watch the tone as you hang up your foam roll Fake it till you make it so they leave you alone Oh, i just don't know Where do all these people go The stepford vibes are bubbling up so slow Suspicious as it sounds They were lost but now are found In a church of inner peace With a monthly and annual fee You're being unfair Got your mind made up and you lead You get off on a rebuttal prepared No matter to you: the only audience listening Lean in, buddy, what are you scared of? Your minivan's Custom tint on the side Why'd you pay more for that if you truly got nothing to hide Your family; friends, they'll keep you in the clear Fact is you've no idea earthly idea who you're dealing with here