Everybody's got what they need
Everything's gonna be ok
We're all gonna die a slim death
Every one
So let's just breathe
And take to the sky
While we have our life
Because time, is a lesson
The clanging tones,
Swinging beats
The ground beneath,
The tiles of fake terracotta
A heater to keep me warm
A washing machine
A rubbish bin
A water filter
I'm not mentioning any brands because I don't want to endorse any corporate in the writing of this text
Fear of endorsement.... back to the program
Smooth jazz.
Oh yeah,
Toilet paper to blow your nose
Damn sinus infection
Smelly smelly
Doo, doo, doo
Dah, dah, dah, da dah
No more coffee
Or you'll fly like a rocket out the window
And we don't want that
Da da da da
Bip dippa deep
People in africa, pain in africa
Pain? Why pain? Why can't there be enjoyment too?
Me and my righteous mind
Da da da da
Mind is jazz
Ding ding a ling ing
Pvc tape, yellow
Sitting on a spindle, meant for a paper towels
Rich society, we have paper towels
Why is mind so frequently dipping to comparison?
Da, da da da
doooooo, do
Bottled water
Yeah, bottled water
Why do we need that?
Don't want to drink the flouride
But bless my water with love just the same
Oh yeah, love baby
Da, da, da, da
Jamming on the guitar to jazz tracks
Socks on the feet, two pairs
Moving my body like I'm dancing in my chair
Da, da, da, da
Salt underneath the back door
Someone is superstitious... or someone believes in something
Good for them... let them
da, da, doo, da, da
Weee, bee, doo, da, ba, ba daroom, rom, bom, pom pom....
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