Hidden Worship / Perennial Philosophy

Perennial Philosophy

War Machine

[Intro]
(*instrumental*)

[Verse 1]
Step in my den, baby, take a look around
That’s oak veneer, not messin’ around
Got shag on the floor, got class on the wall
And that eight-track’s hummin’ like a disco call

[Verse 2]
Kitchen so green it makes your heart sing
Fridge match the blender, stovetop’s the king
Toastin’ Pop-Tarts in a lime-hued shrine
Don’t need granite when you’re this divine

[Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*forever clean*
Olive green—my domestic dream
Trends come and go, but I know what’s real
This ain’t decor, baby, it’s sex appeal

[Verse 3]
You bring your granite and your stainless flair
But you’ll never match this avocado stare
I see your Pinterest, your sleek gray tones
But I’ve got a backsplash that groans like bones

[Bridge]
They call it dated, they call it wrong
But this house been vibin’ *way too long*
Built to last, and twice as proud
And that fake wood still draws a crowd

[Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*never fades*
Olive green—*eternal shades*
Mock it all, but I’ll be smilin’ wide
When your “modern” fades and I’m still fly

[Breakdown]
“Open concept”? No thanks, bro
I like my rooms where the smoke can *glow*
Microwave buzzin’, Jell-O mold chillin’
And my couch is corduroy—and totally thrillin’

[Final Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*my soul’s veneer*
Olive green—*it’s the color of cheer*
Paint your world white, strip your past
But this brown-and-green love? It's built to last

[Outro]
(*faint sizzle of something frying in an avocado skillet*)
Still stylish. Still sexy. Still mine.

Permanent

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