On the side of the road, up above the clouds, I watched the sun become the moon
And I saw myself dreaming and thinking of believing in this moment soon. 
Like the world was alive and I was just turning for a moment at the start, of it all, again

If the ocean is flowing then I should be knowing where I’m rolling on in a day, 
can’t deny that’s it’s moving the pieces are forming with all these words you say
Just like a fire in the dark, sends these shadows to subside, into the light, inside. 

And you push it all, push it all away
And you bring it all, bring it all again
And you push it all, bring it all again. 
Again and again, and again. 

I don’t ever fall when I try to fly, just catch the breeze right, at the time
Until next time I do, I’ll fly into your dreams so you can fly in mine. 
But where right back at the start again, at the start of it all again, again

On the side of the roads. I’m on the side of the road. 
Again, and again. 

(Yeah, I don't like being on the side of the road man, this is some strange place I don't even know where we are, phew) 

Push it all, you push it all away
And you bring it all, bring it all, again.

Jeramiah Ross - Vocals, Electric, Acoustic & Slide Guitars, Synths & Piano
Andy McGrath - Drums
Duncan McCann - Bass
Written & Produced by Jeramiah Ross Aka Module

Side of the Roads

(Beat: 808s + dhol + “Mundian To Bach Ke” on steroids, bhenchod)
Hook
Bhenchod ek gilheri CNBC pe dikha, market seedha chand pe!
Poori dum hila di, tera portfolio full ganda!
Squirrel Indicator, 100 % confirmed, no bakchodi,
Ek gilheri ne hedge-fund ki maa-behen ek kardi!
Jab gilheri aati screen pe, shorts ka lund jal jaata,
Mere gilheri ke do bhaari balls, Ambani se bhi zyada vaata!
Verse 1
January 2021, main Dilli ki thand mein khada,
CNBC wale camera pe moonwalk karta, gand dikhaata,
WallStreetBets dekh ke pagal ho gaya poora subreddit,
“GME 40 se 400, behen ke lund, aaj toh lambo fixed!”
Main apni pooch hilaata, Melvin ka papa ro pada,
“Beta, teri GF ab meri hai, maine usko GameStop se charaaya!”
Main ek wall-nut khaata, uski biwi ko bolta “Bhai,
Tera pati short tha, ab uska lund bhi short hai.”
Verse 2
Agla din phir aaya, main camera pe moot diya seedha,
Jim Cramer chillaya “MADARCHOD YE GILHERI PHIR AAYA!”
Robinhood ne buy button band kiya, main bola “Chutiya banaaya,”
Mere bhai ne Mumbai ke data center mein cable kaat diya!
Poora app gaya behen ke lund mein, Amreeka ro raha,
Hum log yahan Malad mein poutine nahi, vada pav kha rahe!
Ek baar pooch hilaayi, tera 200₹ call ab 2 crore ka,
Ab tu Goregaon se seedha Bandra bungalow shift kar raha!
Hook
Bhenchod ek gilheri CNBC pe dikha, market seedha chand pe!
Poori dum hila di, tera portfolio full ganda!
Squirrel Indicator, TA se bada, RSI se bada,
Ek gilheri ne Wall Street ki gaand mein danda daala!
Outro
Toh bhool ja apne charts, candlesticks, aur ye sab bakwaas,
Jab screen pe gilheri ka pooch dikhe, poora paisa laga de aaj!
Main tujhe crore-pati bana ke bhi ek rupaya nahi maangta,
Bas ek muthi bhuna chana de de, madarchod, aur thoda sa paan ka beeda!
Desi Squirrel Gang – Bombay se Bay Street tak raj karta,
Aur agar tu short hai… toh bhai, teri toh aaj gaand phat-ti!
Gilheri ne mic pe wall-nut phenka, stage pe moota, chal nikal.
भेनचोद tendies!

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