Busdriver - Idle Chatter lyrics

Every minute people die and
Every other minute people are born
How did you spend that minute and
What was your involvement in either or?
There's secret wars, radioactive fallout
Poison seeps in your pores, so keep indoors
I would give you more details
But, I really have to be on my way

Go ahead and run
With your CD player as your escape pod
Your unfaithful god is your paycheck
From your day job
But life spit's on your eyes
Of you fleeing TV land's compost heap
Be the apex of chaos
Have safe sex with stray dogs
Until you age fully any skin cream
Will turn a Cindi Lauper
Into a Cindy Crawford
But won't tell you could be eaten alive


At any city block or dive by Mossberg
Isn't self-pity awkward when your inner
Voice is a songbird
Muffled in your beliefs are
Incomplete crossword puzzles
And your self-conscious aquifer's
Been drained to a water puddle

I would love to sit and chat
But I got to be on my way
Sorry I don't have the time to shoot
Your breeze or chew the fat
Or choose the fruit's up in the
Trees and I lose track
You want a bright future to be pitch black
So I got to be on my way
I'm sorry there's no time
Allotted for your hijinks
So you should be fly-swatted
At least that's what I think

Go ahead and spend
But the dollar bill is nature's suicide note
Seek refuge at late hours in the Mayflowers
Like goin' from bottled cans and holograms
To cities full of Robocops who bleed soda pop
They put beauty, and it's by pigs
Your love is a photo op
And LA's patron saint is a coca rock
Even the stars in the penthouse
Become sparse when I do another headcount
But, it's a good day to die
And I've been diggin' a ditch
So I wave goodbye to what didn't exist
With demoralize the democratic demi-gods
I get a pedagogue and dog fights
All in my steady job
Its to break your fault line
When it's all dark
And call a ball or strike in the ballpark
You forgot a small part
The reverend signed with the swine
Therapists in the asylum
You would be embarrassed if you died young
Maybe because you felt that Meredith
Was a shy nun
And you just took credit for which
When she was high strung
But, you didn't know from
Terrorists she'd buy guns

When you knew too much
She threw you off the terrace
When you tried to run
Luckily a cypher full of whack
MCs broke your fall
Now you cherish the rise of the
Sun after that close call
And cherish what I said most of all

I would love to sit and chat but
I got to be on my way
I'm sorry I don't have the time to
Shoot your breeze or chew the
Fat or choose the fruit's up in
The trees and I lose track
I want a bright future to be pitch black
So I've got to be on my way
I'm sorry sir there's no time allotted
Therefore I had to fly swat it, I've got it

Driver's fiber optic is really
A fine tuned instrument
Implement several intimate moments tween you
And your loved one
Thugs come from far or near
All with their scars, then leave tears
Comin' down their cheekbone
You seek the clones
What about speak in the zone
That is unbelievable
And California needs to get the beach comb
To find the edible tidbit's and little
Bytes and gigabytes of information
A megabyte a betcha byte a bigga
Bite when you come here
But, I'll stretch your life out
In a long time sequence, long term
Strong germ, that's what I am
Analyzing every petri dish
You know that I'm so secretive
So just shh, shh, keep it on the hush hush
Yeah, yeah, yeah