From the recording Discombobulated
A prayer to a higher power to lay off for a while yet. It's confused with Covid times and the belt of self righteousness that seeped out of everyone.
Lyrics
Lord don’t slow me until the fun dies
Hold power lightly while we got wide-eyes
Keep the want to go on adventures
Mind and body strong in all weathers
Black plastic chairs, self-righteous views
Lord don’t let me stop feeling angry
Give me strength to call out the bad guys
Guard me from self-satisfaction
No need yet for self-preservation.
Black plastic chairs, self-righteous views
It’s gonna be some day
Lord don’t let me grow into easement
Binging dramas daily on Netflix
Open mind to different opinions
Contribute to young conversations
Black plastic chairs, self-righteous views
It’s gonna be some day - Shout
Black plastic chairs, self-righteous views
It’s gonna be some day - Shout
The never ending narrative, illegal protests
We are all complicit, we're all in this together
Our chief weapon is fear, fear and surprise
Our chief weapon in fear, illegal protests
Antibodies are better than vaccines
I'd rather let nature take its course
Normal is an illusion,
That the spider feels is normal