
Monsters Massive Cranes (Ft. O.S.T.R.)
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[Verse 1]
I like to keep the lights on
So I can see the monsters feet
I know their game
No flies on me
All I need is sleep
So I don't feel obsolete
Please let me sleep
Then I'm sweet like Lobster meat
What the fuck am I doing?
On the railroad to ruin
I lost my train of thought like
Now I'm back in the room
In across the window ledge
Give me a mo
And I'll give this song a progressive edge
Like save the NHS
Or Tories out
Or something else I'm not qualified to talk about
I guess I'm a writer
Or I writе a lot
Mostly made up stuff
Or self-indulgent poppycock
[Verse 2]
I got sicknеss this last year (oh dear)
A blessing in disguise
Except the chemotherapy
And the part where I might die
But it made me realize
What's important is important
And the rest is just lies
My old life seems so dormant
As important as a doormat
Tired, worn, out of format
And I sworn that
I'll never go back
Because I had a real job for a bit
And I didn't fucking like it
Promotions and politics
And pretending to give a shit
It was exhausting
The money was nice though
So I bought all the things
I didn't want them though
They just filled a hole
Pass the time and all that
Now it's time I want
The one thing I can't get back
I like to keep the lights on
So I can see the monsters feet
I know their game
No flies on me
All I need is sleep
So I don't feel obsolete
Please let me sleep
Then I'm sweet like Lobster meat
What the fuck am I doing?
On the railroad to ruin
I lost my train of thought like
Now I'm back in the room
In across the window ledge
Give me a mo
And I'll give this song a progressive edge
Like save the NHS
Or Tories out
Or something else I'm not qualified to talk about
I guess I'm a writer
Or I writе a lot
Mostly made up stuff
Or self-indulgent poppycock
[Verse 2]
I got sicknеss this last year (oh dear)
A blessing in disguise
Except the chemotherapy
And the part where I might die
But it made me realize
What's important is important
And the rest is just lies
My old life seems so dormant
As important as a doormat
Tired, worn, out of format
And I sworn that
I'll never go back
Because I had a real job for a bit
And I didn't fucking like it
Promotions and politics
And pretending to give a shit
It was exhausting
The money was nice though
So I bought all the things
I didn't want them though
They just filled a hole
Pass the time and all that
Now it's time I want
The one thing I can't get back
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