Lyrics

So you've been... Cut off before you had your chance to Make any difference to any other person but yourself Feeling bad for all the visions left unopened on your bookshelf Well I... (Pick it up, pick it up!) Can't speak for anybody but me While the populace is panicked I'm a motherfucking palm tree The hinges coming loose, I've got nothing to lose Except my loser dead end day job and my sleeve tattoo So it's alright Despite the notion California's won't be splitting to the ocean Hop off of this plane, on to the next No use shitting our jeans We'll be right here until the ball stops spinning No one's idea of fun is looking around At all their neighbors in their houses with their shades all pulled down We've got two weeks left (TWO WEEKS LEFT!) yet to come and to go But I'm digressing, I'm arrested by futility you know so Help me out! Yeah, yeah You know you gotta help me out! Yeah, yeah Oh, don't you put me on the back burner You know you gotta help me out Tell me It's alright, despite the notion (Over and In) The big illusion of perpetual motion (Last call for sin) Wasn't worth mine, yours or your mom's time (When everything's lost, The battle is won) Cross all the T's (In all these things that I've done) We'll be right here until the ball stops-