Vincent Vocoder Voice - You're Right (Boltzmann's Rope) | Текст песни

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• Vincent Vocoder Voice
• You're Right (Boltzmann's Rope)

You're right, she's sucking his cock even as we speak.
You're right, you're getting fat, you're done, you've peaked.
You're right, your friends all talk about you when you leave the room.
You're right, everything they've got to say about you is true.

You're right, your toes will curl and your heels will stretch.
You're right, backwards walking round clueless, bumping heads.
You're right, bumbling, toilet to dinner table to desk.
You're right, your seconds are shrinking, how many seconds left?

You're right, spark up the incense and shave your head, but
You're right, every saint, Yogi and Guru still wound up dead.
You're right, chirping “live and let live” while you mind your place.
You're right, there's no medals at the end of the human race.

You're right, better swallow those prayers, miss, nobody's there.
You're right, keep your dreams to yourself, kid, nobody cares.
You're right, a smile's a contract, a friend's a slave.
You're right, a cock is a cudgel, a cunt's a grave.

You're right, the rope's fraying fast and the cliff is slick.
You're high above a beach of smashed femurs and microchips.
You're right, you can empty your soul, still not fill your purse.
You're right, buy a hundred Ferraris, you'll still get a hearse.

You're right, nothing gets any better, it just gets worse.
You're right, nothing gets any better, it just gets worse.