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 |