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Robot Body
02:41
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Chop off my head
Put it in a freezer
And throw my body
In the trash
I wouldn't resist
I'll embrace digital bliss
And I'll have myself
A robot body
When Kurzweil come
And A.I.'s will be done
On Earth and
On the Internet
Just give me the word
I'll be raptured with the nerds
And I'll live inside
A robot body
No one can say
Although we know
It happens
On some future date
It's just that way
It's here
Before you know it
After you have
Bought some worthless stocks
And bet your life on working hard
You'll unplug your feelings
That's living large
Download my brain
Put it on computer
And drain the juice
Out of my veins
I'll have a reboot
Then take a long compute
And build myself
A simulation
We'll live out our days
Performing calculations
On silicon brains
We'll find a way
To measure every atom
So that we can
Deconstruct what makes us up
And store it all as bits
And we'll unplug our feelings
Just for kicks
We'll unplug our feelings
1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 go!
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2. |
The 60's
02:16
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We had JFK and
We had LBJ and
We had MLK too
Two of them were shot dead
I am sad to say
It was hard to turn on the news
Khrushchev and Castro
Countin' down to 0
Yeah we almost shot off the nukes
But we got through it
And wouldn't you know it
We put a man on the moon!
All the times that we had don't you know
The places we went goes to show
Feelin despair
Goin' nowhere
You know
Do you remember the 60's?
I do...
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3. |
Bored
02:11
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Talking heads on the news
They got to say
Inflation rising
Democrats in disarray
I'm tuning in
Oh yes I'm tuning out
I don't recall exactly
What they talked about
Now that's not all
There's a new covid strain
And now it looks like someone's
About to invade Ukraine
I hit play yeah
Yeah you know that I hit play
No point in talking
When we're on a time delay
Who's gonna stop the train
From running away
And who's gonna entertain
I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored yeah
Don't matter much to me
Cause I'm on autopay
Don't matter much to me
There's nothing else to say
Go to sleep
Now it's time to wake up
Vague discomfort
Do you give a fuck?
I do my thing
You know that I do my thing
The more you take from it
the less you gotta bring
Who's gonna stop the train
From running away
And who's gonna entertain
I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored yeah
Don't matter much to me
Cause I'm on autopay
Don't matter much to me
There's nothing else to say
Who's gonna stop the train
From running away
And who's gonna entertain
I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored yeah
Don't matter much to me
I'm getting paid
Don't matter much to me
It's like every other day
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4. |
Suicide Boomer
03:08
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Baby
You don't need to worry
I'm goin on crusade
To defend democracy
We're taking back our country
Don't tell me
That I'm going crazy
I can feel the storm
And I've heard the prophesy
They're eatin' babies for energy
Yeah I know what it is I got to do
Follow him to
And do what he commands that we do
Stop the steal
Stop the steal
Lately
I've been getting angry
All of the fake news
they expect me to believe
They're tracking us with vaccines
I tried
Standing back and standing by
But now the time has come
Yeah you know it's do-or-die
The world will hear our battle cry
Don't tell us where to go we make the rules
This is our house
And we'll do whatever we need to do
To stop the steal
Stop the steal
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5. |
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I made the case
For a Jesus that's from outer space
Who donned a flesh suit
And who died and resurrected
Around the moon
Through revelation
Euhemerization
They muddled up the truth
And then re-wrote the book about it
And now he looks like the king of it too
For everything that's happened
He's just been the excuse
The gospels are no history
Apocryphal epistles
The Nicaean creed
It's all just trying to tell you what not to believe
YouTube shows
Stoned Wikipedia holes
There's much debate
So let me tell you about it and put you straight
Cool scholarly reception
Apologists objections
For Historicity
But there isn't a logical reason
To call this just a fringe theory
Mystery cults
Apocalyptic prophecy
Not a shred of biography
He was having dreams and visions
Of a cool cosmic Christ
Then some people said he lived in real life
You can see for yourself
If you got any doubts about it
If you look stuff up
And read enough
Maybe you'll think about it
But if you're just high
You can lie and say
You did your research
There's no place
But outer space
Jesus, he's way way up there
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6. |
Laugh Track
02:27
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Come with me
I am moving in a dream
Like a crack in a cut scene
I've been watching through a screen
Help me please (It didn't have to be this way)
Find a place to be at ease (Doesn't matter what they say)
I'm made of antifreeze (I could leave but I will stay)
And I got some place to be (Got nothing left but this cliché)
Onomatopoeia
I'm not gonna see ya
Till tomorrow night
It's better late than never
I can't stay forever
I'll turn out the light
Say the word
I am soaring like a bird
I am talking but it's slurred
I am looking but it's blurred
Tell me now (It didn't have to be this way)
Not the who the how (Doesn't matter what they say)
Not the hm the wow (I could leave but I will stay)
Not the yoke the plow (Got nothing left but this cliché)
I wouldn't wanna be ya
I'm not gonna see ya
Till tomorrow night
It's better late than never
I can't stay forever
I'll turn out the light
Laugh track...
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