Nobody round here sells magic
Tell them, no strange fruit hanging from the tree
I’m living in a town full of statues
Tell them, nobody round here like me
Told me all the good boys went to the chapel
All the bad ones came from the lodge
They said dreams don’t come true often
Be a real man son, get a job, listen up
I don’t know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah, you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
Is to burn it down to nothing, cause it’s more than you deserve
Settle down, settle down for the average
Singing to the same tune, marching band
Everybody’s on a fixed rate mortgage
Paying for a future that’s already planned
But they tell us that we are connected
And we are so social that we should be proud
Got us burning through bundles of data
For all of the dick pics stored in the cloud
Nobodies going nowhere, bodies in a casket
Like nobody here giving a fuck
I just need to find solace in something
Instead I get hit with reality muck
All on my TV, blurring my focus
Up in my news, like nobody noticed
Sunken despair – where nothing is rare
We settle for less like an average chair…
I don’t know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah, you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
Is to burn it down to nothing, cause it’s more than you deserve
Running, running, put me on the map now
Born and raised in this town
If you tell me I’m nothing, and stop me from running
I’ll burn this fucker down
I don’t know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah, you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
Is to burn it down to nothing, cause it’s more than you deserve
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