100 Dollars

Regicide

Lryics:

The universe is made of quarks and gluons
Protons, leptons, and the slept-on neutron
But the arrow of time stops for no one
Move yourself to the beat of your own drum
They say nothing new under the sun

5 billion years and counting
Count the facts cause the facts are mounting
Don’t make a mole-hill out of a mountain
Take a sip from the youthful fountain

Take a trip through the underground
Where the madness makes the sadness sound like nothing

We’re on a ride
In this life
In the sun
In the sun
The sunshine
Shines all day
Whad I say
Whad ya hear
That’s my b
That’s my bad
I don’t like
to repeat
But I will 
For dramatic effect

Alpha, beta, and gamma radiation
Dropping bombs on an alienated nation
Could we ever be friends with the aliens
While the War pigs squaller in their pig pen
They say nothing new under the sun

Then a new day dawns
Add it up cause ya’ll had it wrong
Ares stands with his weapons drawn
Hades welcomes with open arms

Seeing stars
Seeing hearts 
Hearts a blaze 
Blazing on
Burn until you’re left with nothing


We’re on a ride
In this life
In the sun
In the sun
The sunshine
Shines all day
Whad I say
Whad ya hear
That’s my b
That’s my bad
I don’t like
 to repeat
But I will 
For dramatic effect


The universe is full of empty space
Carve out a place to fit the human race
Convert the space to process the waste
Can’t even process the popular taste
There’s nothing new under the sun

Don’t ya get it yet everything's been done
But that won’t stop anyone from having fun
See the burst of the spirit from the spirit gun
A happy head hangs from a gallows rung

Over done
Over did 
Nothing was 
Nothing is 
Will always be nothing

We’re on a ride
In this life
In the sun
In the sun
The sunshine
Shines all day
Whad I say
Whad ya hear
That’s my b
That’s my bad
I don’t like
 to repeat
But I will 
No I won’t 
I don’t mind
I don’t want 
I don’t care
I can’t speak
I can’t think
I can’t read
I can’t write
I won’t try
Trying's hard
Hard enough
Life is tough
Get on through
Move your shoe
Move your boot
Boot your drive
Drive along
Endless road
Road is long
Long enough
Life is tough
Get ahead
Get behind
Get it now
There’s no way
There’s no out
Do not scream 
Do not shout
Do not pout

In the Sun

01 - Israel Baker - Accidental Spill Of Low - Grav Semen

Lyrics:

Monosodium glutamate
This shit ain’t salt there’s no debate
Making tongues tingle since 1908
It must be fate
Kikunae Ikeda 
He had Found the umami
The daddy
The poppy
Creator god of the yummy
Put that shit in my tummy

Put it in my rice
Put it in the soup
Or stew
Or bread instead
What’s all this hullabaloo
Over a synthetic crystal 
With a mystical air
Of eastern flair
Put it in every dish I prepare

They say it ain’t healthy
But my use of it’s stealthy
If ya didn’t know
That shit’s got msg yo
He is the pimp
And you is the hoe
If you just obey mister massa
Then he’ll let ya ass go

I Know that I’m gonna eat good tonight
my palette is pleased with true delight
Got every single noodle that is known to man
Every broth, every stock on demand
Put the flavor chemical on the top
Everybody knows that I eat a lot
I like my chocolate
Like augustus gloop
But most of all I like my
Super duper ally ooper savory soup

In the Sun

Wonky Willie

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