Atmosphere - Snapshot lyrics

Stare through your little square and focus
Ready, set, action, flash, capture the moment
This ain't life
It's more like a composition
The dirt'll make 'em look
The funk'll make 'em wanna listen
Working to make a living to make it work
Still distracted by the accidents
Adidas and the skirts it all hurts so good
Couldn't believe we took the time to scream
Get the fuck off the stage, bitch
We need the wood!
Hey love, that's the signal, take a breath
Put your gun to my head
Put my soul between your breasts
Pull the trigger, bust a shot
Watch the life go soft
Left for dead, wipe it off on the tablecloth
Have another drink for all the
Blood and ink that's spilled
Covering up the blueprint for what
They think they've built
And look at all the dirt on these pale hands
You're damn right I make love
To my female fans
Exhibit A for the way they wish
That they could live it
Maybe on some other day I'll find
A place to take a minute
Caught somewhere between a laptop
And the jackpot
Now say cheese, living in a snapshot

Do you even know what you look at?
Let me breathe and grow until I'm put back
I won't bring no wrong let me sit here
I'll just sing my song take your picture

The day is like a drumbeat
Doesn't feel complete
If some drama doesn't come along
To interrupt the sunbeams
Someone said that it's a wonderful life
And if you disagree then someone
Isn't fucking you right
Attractive is the head but
The expression looks dead
Let's blame it on the music, the movies
And the books read i'm just a cynic but I
Believe what the cook said
The main ingredient for most beef is bread
Shed the skin, come join the caper
Point it at your neighbor
Take the coins and paper
Won't settle for less than a purpose
Hold your breath until this
Picture is perfect

Do you even know what you look at?
Let me breathe and grow until I'm put back
I won't bring no wrong let me sit here
I'll just sing my song take your picture

From Lucy Ford to Lucifer to Larry Flynt
She said "Fuck America! but
God bless the Americans"
Staring at the female
Spare me all the details
It may kill me but it
Won't bury me in retail
That little light can't eliminate the red
I don't fight I just inebriate the head
And sing about the monster
Write songs for her
I'll keep doing wrong until
I'm drawn and quartered
Take what you can from this still life
And wear a smile on your
Grill like it feels right
Look at me, look at she, look at he
Booka B break it down so
I can hear myself see
When Armageddon comes it'll be a videogame
These kids'll know the codes and they'll
Stop it in a week someone'll find the drums
Everyone overlooked sample it, chop it
Flip it and drop it to the beat
From the space that I take
To the way that I talk
Might make you stop to wonder what
Rock I came from under
But which face you g'on make, coach, player
Or mascot?
Yea, hold that pose, living in a snapshot

Do you even know what you look at?
Let me breathe and grow until I'm put back
I won't bring no wrong let me sit here
I'll just sing my song take your picture