It doesn't happen over night though, never, still I'm filled with wonder
Lonely like the tight rope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner
Zoom, kick, persuasion tech, good night for you, bad night for me
But I still love you lying down, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Not mad, not mad, not mad at all, I tried your shoes on
Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon
Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl
Get me out of here, I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world
Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent
Crying eyes, we're so out numbered, fight for the right to remain silent
But what do I know, who am I, my two left feet, my big dumb face
I'd do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race
It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat
Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech.. (Buck 65-Blood of a Young Wolf)
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