Rest Stops & Roadmaps

by Lunch Buddy Program

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released October 27, 2007

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Track Name: Taxes
Steel belted standards
and breath that's beechwood aged
Low APR or Cash Back
It's all a matter of design

and I'm so sick of selling things
and I'm so sick of being sold

We found new ways
to pry the paper from your fingers
sifting heads and counting stacks
let's all give ourselves a pat on the back

Chorus,
breakdown,
Chorus
Track Name: The Well
We stand still
while the anchors lay
do they bind us, confine us or steady our sway?

we sit still
in eye of the storm
for the ease of convenience
keep feeding the defense
defer all the expense
until...

the well runs dry
for the acres you've despised
so wry, hooked up to feeder tubes
and my, what a spotless shelter
great place to hide
'til the well the runs dry

We sit still
while the anchors lie
are they meant to mislead us,
distract and spoon feed us

or is this just the news we'll buy?
we stand by for the media feeds
any show, any song, any lust, any wrong, any place in our palm
and still,

the well runs dry
for the acres that you've despised
so wry, hooked up to feeder tubes
and my, what a spotless shelter
great place to hide
'til the well the runs dry

but who you gonna be when the well runs dry?

I'm not exactly complaining,
but take a look where we're aiming
we can't persist like this for long
it's time to fight to right these wrongs
ashes ashes we all fall down
when we're led by leaders ill, it's time to choose new leaders well.

so why, for the acres you've despised
so wry, hooked up to feeder tubes
and my, what a spotless shelter
great place to hide
when the well the runs dry