My name is Harry Truman
So I took my physics/chemistry final yesterday. I may as well have signed my name as being Harry Truman, because I didn't just bomb that test, I nuked that mother. It wasn't pretty, and I don't want to talk about it. Much like Hiroshima.
Speaking of politics, have a lyric...
The patterns on the walls have spun you dizzy
Trying to follow the detail until there’s nothing left to care about
As material as this
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a lifestyle
Watch the television as it dictates nothing of importance
The news is too scary change the channel to the comfort
Of a scripted life
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a life style
Search for something until it leads you somewhere
you didn’t intend it to
There’s no escape button for the direction that we’re heading
There’s no capable task manager
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a life style
It’s not the look of the home it’s how it feels
If real life scares you then it’s time to lose the remote control
The information’s at our fingertips but we’re not clicking the right links
Want another one? Too bad, here it comes...(not political)
This boat isn’t sinking but it’s not going anywhere
I’ve been floating on this sea of indecision
For such a long time now
(And I'm getting sea sick, ready to throw myself over board)
I’m weary of the places I haven’t been
And the direction that I’m heading is perpetually the same
As it’s always been but I’m not sure where it’s taking me
I’m packing my bags but they’re full of the past
And they’re dragging me down to the places I’ve already been
I’m revisiting myself but there’s no here I remember
I’m weary of the places I haven’t been
And the direction that I’m heading is perpetually the same
As it’s always been but I’m not sure where it’s taking me
And it makes me think aloud when I look around
At where I’ve always been
Kinks to be worked out.
Speaking of politics, have a lyric...
The patterns on the walls have spun you dizzy
Trying to follow the detail until there’s nothing left to care about
As material as this
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a lifestyle
Watch the television as it dictates nothing of importance
The news is too scary change the channel to the comfort
Of a scripted life
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a life style
Search for something until it leads you somewhere
you didn’t intend it to
There’s no escape button for the direction that we’re heading
There’s no capable task manager
There’s got to be a rhetoric for this
kind of stylized life
It’s not a life style
It’s not the look of the home it’s how it feels
If real life scares you then it’s time to lose the remote control
The information’s at our fingertips but we’re not clicking the right links
Want another one? Too bad, here it comes...(not political)
This boat isn’t sinking but it’s not going anywhere
I’ve been floating on this sea of indecision
For such a long time now
(And I'm getting sea sick, ready to throw myself over board)
I’m weary of the places I haven’t been
And the direction that I’m heading is perpetually the same
As it’s always been but I’m not sure where it’s taking me
I’m packing my bags but they’re full of the past
And they’re dragging me down to the places I’ve already been
I’m revisiting myself but there’s no here I remember
I’m weary of the places I haven’t been
And the direction that I’m heading is perpetually the same
As it’s always been but I’m not sure where it’s taking me
And it makes me think aloud when I look around
At where I’ve always been
Kinks to be worked out.