From the recording College Radio: Alumni Edition
Lyrics
Subjective insurrection on the topic to bog, stick
A mental state that bent conclusively to extort spit
The midol rivaled some, but with a caffeine fix
Unlike the dead it had the choice to speak and vocalized the shit it meant
To ward off shady wayward, stay sore in the body it made home in
Sure, you've been subjected to subjective opinion
The maypole was awol, wrapped up in blue ribbon
Not a gift, a splurging urgence currently tradition
Gripping corpus torpid mordant form informants born in ford components
More than storks exporting fornications born forlorn and dormant
Spores absorbing core is more important than deparment stores
Abhorrent orders formulated for the formant score
And it’s a dire problem, a tail without its dolphin
To fit the prosthetic a medic proctored amputation prior to
But uh, thanks for the sympathy card
You're pathetic attempt is hallmark in the eyes of a bard
Side-activist; out of anomaly based on the purest form of
Formal attire in how you carry your behavior
Is an insult to both of that of what is you and your offspring
Costing, not only you but all the people who’s off spring break
In contributions to the future, perfect? Maybe not but on the way to being so
So, the retribution is an undeserved concern if you’ve got coursework to fork out
Less boots, turtle soup, tennis balls, and more trout
Less boots, turtle soup, tennis balls, and more trout
Defamation to the womb that wounded wounding
The tenant you cultivated
Fated by both the biological and cryogenic freezing
Of systematic (right from wrong)
Is why I’ve had it up to here and had to (write this song)
The evocation of degenerate generations generated by
The most of what’s assumed to be the proper understanding
Of omnipotent potential knowing (right from wrong)
Is why I’ve had it up to here and had to (write this song)
Amalgamation of two worlds
Impressionability is heeding penalty if all the going-in is apathetic
I'm empathetic to those that don't have it but damn
Someone force feed the simon sayers's the right restitution
Uncouth dilution improving what for who? I'd
Rather ignorance not be the right forsight
To make change, to stay status quo
To maintain the necessary wariness with good intention to all
In all the basic of all monastic principles and principalities in tacit
Turn of cog the noggin is cognizant of the similarity that each hold, how
Have we allowed the old and antiquated staking tent and stay content
Without the dismantlement. How?!
When one is not so self-directed
When direct effect is now the teaching kids the what’s expected
Sex is just the start and then the parenthood is hard
And now I know you’re saying “Whatever Jon, and I’m a good parent.”
Well fuck, I fucking hope that I’m a bad parent
Teach my kids to jump of bridges metaphorically and such apparent
Negligence is pestilence and egging on the mass
To crass and self-so catabolic aholics, I frolic faulted fop
To follow follicle fomented or feint, I meant it’s frozen
And the ghost of motive voted the votive was vague and vogue
And so in total most the totem is a quotient of none
And I can feel the bar inside of me raising with every one