Clutch - Weird Times lyrics

[Clutch - Weird Times lyrics]

Weird times

She radiated haute couture
Fancy machinery and free literature
Yet I knew something was not quite right
Disregarding that
What was there not to like?

Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times destination unknown
Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times futurism is the loneliest job

The meter got to melting
The auditor screamed
Your thetan levels are far too extreme
She ran the numbers, there was no mistake
You don't belong here
You must be from out of state

Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times destination unknown
Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times futurism is the loneliest job

I'm in the mood for technological innovation
The likes of which humanity has never seen
I'm in the mood for
Big time cosmic revelation
The likes of which would make you
Think more highly of me

Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times destination unknown
Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times futurism is the loneliest job
Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times destination unknown
Weird times maximum, full blown
Weird times futurism is the loneliest job

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