Bad Year No Mercy - Conan, Early Letterman

I know that nothing works in isolation
Life is like a simulation
Never shall I ever leave my home

Spend my nights with television
Drinking in my inhibitions
Dreaming of a talk show of my own

Conan, maybe early Letterman
I wonder if things were really better then
I promise that I will never realize
An era & a city I idealized
Every night I have a vision

Giant skeleton bart simpson
Crown atop 11 pointed skull
Fire raining, jewel encrusted

Turning on the ones we've trusted
Wake in the early morning lull
Try to find a clip I can dream on

Abe Vigoda maybe Warren Zevon
The present & the past are colliding
The future is a concept that is dying

Written by:
Chris Alarie

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