Lubricant Lounge from Bone Picker by the strange truth of it all

Lubricant Lounge

There’s gotta be some kind of former function operation goin’ round.
Oh, my eyes “cain’t” believe my ear. Hold it up to the stars and if they believe you it’s clear.
And you’re free to go, wherever you’re trying to get to, my dear.

I won’t be the one that denies you anything, oh no. Now, I shook it off and i count back over again.

I don’t know where your mind’s at, where your soul has been. Okay,
She shook it off. Let’s start back over again.
Oh yeah, we clearly need to start back,

Once again, yeah, the cycle that won’t CONTINUING will never die,
No, unless we want it to go. here we are now...
We’ve got to make our decision, shit or get off the pot---ta.
(Oh, it’s wonderful. Pure ecstasy)
Oh, how delightful It was. Just to see... you. Standing there,
Looking at nothing, but me...
Okay, I think that I’ve got somewhere that I've got to be.
But, I don’t know? Where to go?
And that’s okay, who cares anyway,
‘Bout the way i made you feel, ‘bout the way that I feel inside,
‘Bout the things that I can’t explain, about all the things I’ve constantly tried to hide.
You know, I’m simply ashamed of all my predictable, senseless behavior.
Which never got me anything out of life, but being... shit out of luck.
No “too cools”, no “dredges”, no “wanna-be’s”, no “wish me nots”, let alone “wish me do’s,
Wanted a damn thing to do with any of the shit that I was shovelin’.
The moments that life is so vibrant, doesn’t mean you’ll get a seat.
And the top of the hill, the horizon. Is the birthplace of our dreams.
The moments that life is so vibrant, doesn’t mean you’ll get a seat.
From the top of the hill, the horizon.
Is the birthplace of our dreams.
...The birthplace of our dream
...The birthplace of our dreams
...The birthplace of our dreams....

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