I’m a lyricist physicist
And I aimed for the stars
I was told I need to aim high
So I could buy shiny cars
And score golf pars
But I don’t know why
It seems like quite the farce
I let out a sigh
Realise that it’s all a lie
Because it’s all the same
It’s all the same
Reaching for fame
Just look how lame I became

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There might be plenty of stars here
But none of them truly shine
None of them truly shine

There aren’t any red giants
Just brown dwarfs and black holes
Now this part isn’t science
They’re tainted spirits
Condemned souls
For dark energy and evil forces
Rule the lands far and in between
The lamp of the night
Might seem kinda bright
Though it’s actually devoid
Of a flame, thus any light
And if you ever so slightly
Adjust your eye sight
You’ll see it for what it really is
As it’s just full to the brim with blight
You might think that’s fine
Whilst on your souls they dine
But I think that it’s a humanitarian crime
Because none of them truly shine
None of them truly shine

All they do is whine, whine, whine
Commit crime and avoid time
Let’s give it a try
So get in line
Get get in line
The party starts
Starts starts at nine
Go get a line
Get get a line
We’re gonna have the purest of times

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Fitting neatly into place
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There might be plenty of stars here
But none of them truly shine
None of them truly shine

But the real party hasn’t begun
That starts at three
Yes I said three
That’s AM not PM
And entry isn’t free
Better head to the ATM
Things are about to get shady
All the ladies are slim
And they really like to dance
All the drinks are strong
The night is still yet long
We’ve got illicit substance
Plentiful and in abundance
And it feels like all else in life
Has suddenly gained redundance
But doesn’t this feel wrong?

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Fitting neatly into place
Forced and jammed into
A small and limited space
There might be plenty of stars here
But none of them truly shine
None of them truly shine

My heart’s rhythm has gone erratic
Do I feel shallow enough yet?
I am beat
Should I accept defeat?
As we’ve run out of ket
It’s day time now
And we’ve run out of blow
The sun is shining
The moon’s no where in sight
I’m feeling like a vampire
As I get a little fright from the light
High tide turns to low
But how much lower could it get
Probably lower still
On that I would bet
My smile turns to a frown
It’s time for us to comedown
Let’s ditch this town
Ditch this town

I’d rather bleach my eyes
Than have to hear their cries
I can’t fucking take it any more
I’d rather be gay and/or dirt poor
Than be around these whores
For another minute or another hour
This taste left in my mouth isn’t sweet; it’s sour
I feel like I’m being tested
Whilst they should probably actually go get tested
My patience has been bested
Time for you to get arrested
For you and your gang
This is gonna be
The last song
That you ever sang
You’re gonna feel my poison fang
Sinking deep into your skin
This time I will win
That’s for sure
I can feel it in my core
This is war, war, war