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BREAK! BREAK! PROGRESS!
Throwin’ rocks at a train with Billy the Kid,
Pecos Bill and Vicious Sid.
Jenga Jesus took a hit off the bong,
dug a hole to China, married King Kong.
The Christian religion came tumbling down
“Hey Zeus, turn your bolts into music notes,
we’ll, uh, work somethin’ out.”
I’ll call the human race, get them to dance and shake.
Make all the trees bow and break.
Hurricane winds comin’ from our lungs.
Tribal beat box, beats stop, heart drop comin’ from our drums.
Hip hop, Easter bunny, crucify!
Kerouac, Eliot, Poe, prophesy!
World shake, earth quake,
Tectonic plate BREAK! BREAK!
Break neck, turn table, chopped and chopped and chopped and screwed.
Aces wild, poker smile, two for two.
Atlas, Atlantis, past heroes of yore.
Pace, Pacific, beliefs studied before.
Technological age, PROGRESS! PROGRESS!
Forget the cliche of undress!
Girl, keep your clothes on. I wanna study your eyes.
Tell me about your day and how your polar caps polarized.
Honey, I’m bipolar but so’s this world.
Let’s pop some pills and dream our fill.
Recycle our thoughts into some new kind of oil.
Dream cars, dream girl.
Weak wrist, third world.
Third rock thrown at the train.
The beaches are gettin’ empty and outlaws are now insane.
Close your eyes, clear your brain.
Cowboys, heroes, they’re all the same.
BREAK! BREAK! PROGRESS!
Throwin’ rocks at a train with Billy the Kid,
Pecos Bill and Vicious Sid.
Jenga Jesus took a hit off the bong,
dug a hole to China, married King Kong.
The Christian religion came tumbling down
“Hey Zeus, turn your bolts into music notes,
we’ll, uh, work somethin’ out.”
I’ll call the human race, get them to dance and shake.
Make all the trees bow and break.
Hurricane winds comin’ from our lungs.
Tribal beat box, beats stop, heart drop comin’ from our drums.
Hip hop, Easter bunny, crucify!
Kerouac, Eliot, Poe, prophesy!
World shake, earth quake,
Tectonic plate BREAK! BREAK!
Break neck, turn table, chopped and chopped and chopped and screwed.
Aces wild, poker smile, two for two.
Atlas, Atlantis, past heroes of yore.
Pace, Pacific, beliefs studied before.
Technological age, PROGRESS! PROGRESS!
Forget the cliche of undress!
Girl, keep your clothes on. I wanna study your eyes.
Tell me about your day and how your polar caps polarized.
Honey, I’m bipolar but so’s this world.
Let’s pop some pills and dream our fill.
Recycle our thoughts into some new kind of oil.
Dream cars, dream girl.
Weak wrist, third world.
Third rock thrown at the train.
The beaches are gettin’ empty and outlaws are now insane.
Close your eyes, clear your brain.
Cowboys, heroes, they’re all the same.
BREAK! BREAK! PROGRESS!