"Sleeping Androids Do Dream Electric Sheep" lyrics
"Sleeping Androids Do Dream Electric Sheep"
And everywhere in vans and behind garage doors
A hospice ward of all the kids we know
Forgoing student loans
To watch the joints play catch up with the bored
Set life supports
Prepare to deport, prepare to deport
These are the years that scatter the young
The young into doctors and drunks
So we take such sweet speed
The best it could be
Is life
Work-free
It's the allergies
Of labor again
And the hourly
Wages can't save us, finance be damned
And anywhere in bands, we're gone once the summer hits
Gone to feel the elegance of fuel and transit and sleep
And the terror of the streets
As the rumble strips breathe deep
Set life supports
Prepare to deport, prepare to deport
These are the years that scatter the young
The young into doctors and drunks
These are the years that scatter the young
Why did this storm wait so long on us?
Safe to say I'm never going home
To live the way I was before
Waiting for my life to implode
With the sheer force of the workforce
So then we'll go
Safe to say I'm never going home
To live the way I was before
Fucked up on the coming storm
Of credit reports and cash withdrawals
So then we'll go
So then we'll go
If fortunes exists farther than at home
On the open road
Where small experience grows
We'll go
We'll go
Writer(s): Alex Dunne, Mike Musilli, Kristian Halibert, Scott Giffin
- AZLyrics
- C
- Crime In Stereo Lyrics
EP:
"The Contract" (2005)
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