attaboy

attaboy

attaboy

sometimes i have problems relating to batman

a billionaire in a bondage suit stomping the destitute with freudian jackboots

then i realize he's an anarchist radical in disguise

he probably listens to in my eyes

of course it feels better when you realize a punk can fly

he can fly

why do you do just what they told you?

have them both at once

have them both at once

why don't you feel bad?

why don't you feel had?

you split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood

attaboy

attaboy

sometimes i gut and skin those who cannot reconcile my stance

muddled spiritual phrase

pseudo-political rage

beer gut on a sober man

then i press my calloused flesh to someone who's out of my league

and knowingly laugh knowing life is transcending heat-death and its aftermath

attaboy

attaboy

why do you do just what they told you?

have them both at once

have them both at once

why don't you feel bad?

why don't you feel had?

you split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood

why do you do just what they told you?

i think it's a crying shame that you're not at this show

because i'm trying to tap into something you reluctantly know

don't jam it in private so all your co-workers won't know

nobody's watching over you

you can nod your head precious

we can drown out the daytime soap you live

and the ghosts you've been mourning

i know we keep plugging away at the same octave chords

we only know octave chords

a career built on octave chords

butchered to jilted time

but it's the frightfully mundane that keeps us alive

so keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on

keep on keeping on