Letras
what the hell is there to do in colby, kansas?
i fought and drank already
thought of every little thing i fucked up lately
lot of them involving you
a fundamental bias
complacence and compliance
religion over science
i took a dramamine and dozed off to the silence
we spent the day just passing through
muffled screams
tainted dreams
of people who
look just like me
an odyssey
of modesty
no place like the home
i chose to leave
blast "contact" from daft punk
crying on the top bunk
alvin and the chipmunks
lio or mcclain just flopped the straight
wrestling CM
rehearsing cold DM's
late into the PM
all the things i hate
i'm unassuming
the cold is all-consuming
all this doom and glooming
wheat jesus calls unto them
so they're
hiding from antifa
inside the antique mall
do it all again and call it local anesthesia
awful screams
tainted dreams
people who
look just like me
an odyssey
of modesty
no place like the home
i chose to leave