Sage Francis - Vonnegut Busy lyrics

Of all the words of mice and men
The saddest are, ''it might have been''
Of all the words of mice and men
The saddest are

I like for my shoes to look
Like they've been walked in
My house to look like it's been lived in
My car to look like a coffin
That's been driven off a cliff
My career like a non-stop graveyard shift

Don't clean the crime scene
Cause time means money
Don't need visine when my eyes seem bloody
I see dead people, but who doesn't?
We walk undercover, deadpan
Blending in with other human puppets
Discussing nothing but the sports and weather
If I stare long enough
They all morph together


Then I freak out, it'll blow my cover
So I just keep out, no
We don't know each other
I'm on the road to recovery, no GPS
Hoisting my sails ‘till the sea breeze rests
Suck wind if you wanna player hate
Day to day I use my fear
Of falling asleep to stay awake
I appear psychic-like, but I'm not a psychic
You're just predictable with no fight
Left to fight it
If you write it they will come with
A red pen and a taser-gun do something

I sift through the ashes
In search of surviviors
Digging up the Earth filling urns with dirt
For what it's worth I'm richer
Than the cemetery soil
I use slant drilling to get my midnight oil
I've been moonlighting as a daydreamer
I'm at the wheel of an eight-seater
(hey) hey mister gatekeeper
Call me key master, no, home owner
One, two and to the three
And to the foreclosure
They said the war was over
But we know it wasn't
They wanted more soldiers so
We said ''sure, fuck it''
Here's a fresh batch of people with setbacks
The poor folk
In fact they’re all broke cause
Of your debt traps
Picking the pockets of people who
Probably needed assistance most
Selling them lies, selling them out
Sending them off to a distant coast
Telling them anything anyone left with
Impossible debt is receptive to
Breaking a promise of negative worth like
''buddy there's nothing left for you''
Gotta buy buy buy to stay alive
They punish the payment delays
Then they charge you for the low balance
Then they ask ''why didn't you save?''
Too long we took it on the chin
Too long we took it to our grave
Now we take what we can get
Fuck an unlivable minimum wage do something

It might have been (Do something)
It might have been
Of all the words of mice and men
The saddest are Vonnegut busy
Do it, do it - mess up my mind
(Vonnegut busy)
Do it, do it - mess up my mind

Sometimes I shoot myself in the foot
I put my foot in my mouth
Clean it while it’s there
And then I suck the bullet out
Reload the weapon, now that's conservation
Stay locked and loaded in a bad conversation
He making blank statements like the
Surplus of your ammunition's finite
Visionary nothing
You're a man who lives with hindsight
Return to the hive mind and call me back
I’m predicting early that you’ll be
The Monday morning quarterback
So cocksure in a culture that
Gangs up on bully-types mob mentality
As if that isn't what a bully's like
Inspiration strikes like an union
I write these lines just to cross 'em
I'm concluding if my mama don't wanna she
Never has to work again
Don't ever ask me why I
Spread myself so thin
I'm finna flirt dirty with the pen and
Flick my tongue on it's bottom
I promise writer's block ain't
Never been a problem
I'll probably make the columns wanna
Pop bottles of pain relief
Sometimes it's what you don't say that says
The most to say the least
Idle feet are the Devil’s fetish club
A highly exclusive spot none of
Us are members of
Dante is a scrub - we kicked him
Out the van and steamrolled him
In 2010 we had a couple dreams stolen
Me and B dolan relocked and reloaded
When it feels like you're
Going through hell, keep going
And as they say may the bridges
That we burn light the way

Do it, do it - mess up my mind
Do it, do it - mess up my mind vonnegut busy