Rectangle Creep - When the Jig Is Up

I wish I was a wealthy man of leisure
I wish this album was half as good as For Your Pleasure
Instead I'm drinking my paycheck
Prepping for a court date
Going apoplectic

Clinging to my lifeforce
I'm force-feeding the frenzy

Love Boat turns
It spins and burns into
A warship, Isaac churns
Another piña co
In his blender go

I'm all wound up
The god of time is here
Atomic energy
A puff of god is near
And the sun is high

Twisted in the covers
Heard the birds start up
Headed to the rally point

Headed to the rally point
To brew myself a cup
Thought about signing the paper
When the jig is up

Written by:
Rectangle Creep

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