LYRICAL TRANSCRIPT ::  THE ACTUAL MACHINE

words and music by Kilroy

verse one

what’s with the trust, you bust ridden with rust
always listed with lust, you fuss cornered and cussed
with gluttony, monotony, a frontal lobotomy
you know reason ain’t stopping these, holdin' monopolies
at the general comparable impersonal favorite
impertinent, flagrant, always cursin’ and ravin'
at the creed of greed that supersedes all need
proceed with the speed that impedes the freed

chorus one

cue me up in your tape deck, hit the apex
pound the pavement, make a playlist, kill the sameness
no one’s stainless from the tameness
if it’s heinous, or painless, no one is blameless

verse two

violent or gentle, you gotta sharpen your pencil
now if it’s physical, mental, you leave it devious, helpful
when it’s slothful, auspicious, suspicious of fitness
if it’s spiteful and listless, or an imperial illness
you gotta activate the wrath of the primate’s path
in a tirade backed by the pirate’s stack
at the kingdom of envy, pride pulled from the plenty
cold and complementary to the judge’s own gentry

chorus two

cue me up in your tape deck, hit the apex
pound the pavement, make a statement, bring it shameless
no one’s stainless from greatness
if it’s famous, or painless, no one is blameless

verse three

you don’t hide your pride in your inside ride
emulsified, not true but tried
guilty and snide, implicated worldwide
condemned to slide through all you’ve implied
you take what you know, you catch what you grow
goin’ on with the show at the sound of the crow
too dim to glow, too dark to grow
until you listen to the flow of those that bestow

© 2013 J. Clark Gardner