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A Better Band lyrics
Is this room getting smaller, or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breathe
Oh these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin
Oh that ll learn me, that ll squeeze out all the sin
This world is bearing down on me like a fish eye lens
and when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends?
How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy s work?
I ve some way to go yet, I ll finish this one first
Something s got to give
I m a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad
with one eye on the door, playing cards out the back
I m love me love me love me, I m a small bit of a prick
I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik
Sometimes I can see you shining in the night
There s Polly, and Gillian, and your man in the big suit
spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss
and I m left thinking
I wanna be a better band
This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
I wanna be a better band
and shoot fire from my hands
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