From the recording The Tyranny of the Smug
Inner child, that is. Is it home, or out of the building?
Lyrics
Is your child home? Is your child home?
Is your child home? Is your child home?
I wish I were in a place outside of the hemisphere of desperation
amplified into a thousand words
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Get a life. Won't you get a life?
Well the insides are hanging out to dry you know
and the sun comes up and the wind did blow
Did you get a life? Won't you get a life?
Are you tired and bored? Or is your child home?
Everyday has brought a novel enterprize to entertain
Justification jubilee in tapestries of pain
In another mind in the back of another eye that's yet to wed
all the scenery and the walking-by of the networking classes
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Eternally you may wake unknowing anything you came here for
calculations obsolete by the backward place they live
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