Frankie Four and the Goods of Tomorrow - Man Vs Self

Stumble into bed and welcome darkness my old friend
The world is spinning and I’m feeling upside-down again
I’m like a space-ship making my way through the galaxy
Falling through the void I’m just starin’ down the starry sea
And I feel like I’ve been here before
Same screen, different scene
No one informed me
That the life we’re livin’ is repeating and unforgiving
That the world is a stage and we’re all playin’ our parts in
Man Vs Self
It’s an exclusive, conclusive, Hi-Fi infidelity that’s conducive
To our solution, our own retribution
We’ll be pie in the sky, we’ll be fine
Don’t pay no mind to
All those voices throwin’ fruits at you
Their aim sucks, you got luck
Can’t let them stop you from what you’re born to do
Pick ‘em up, wash ‘em up, throw ‘em in a salad
Air-bend all those insults or turn them into a ballad
How much can a man ramble
Before loose lips sink ships and we all go angling
Goodsie’s got the tackle and I’ve got the hooks
We’ll be fishin’ for hit songs, grill them ‘till they’re cooked
And look
We’re just juxtaposing genres
Hoping we create a monster
That gets stuck inside your head and lays eggs
We won’t stop until we’re dead
And I know we’re just beginning and the world will keep on spinning
We’ll keep singing when you’re not listening
Dance around like the world’s gone blind
Stare into the Sun yelling Who’s got the time
But oh shit, look, the hook lost it’s worm
Now it’s squirming towards the vermin with the super sharp teeth
The beast that eats little brain worms for breakfast
Goodsie grab your net and start cooking up those keys

Written by:
Frank Warman

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