OUT OF CONTEXT LYRIC THREAD

my mum says that your dad is a cuck but i don't know that word but i know another word it's monster truck

You can go to the doctor,
You can cough in his face,
Infect the whole human race

The luck of a thousand stars can't get me out of this

But now it seems all that people want is what I used to be
And every time I try to do something new, all they want is 1973

I got no lips, I got no tongue/
Where there were eyes, there's only space/
I got no lips, I got no tongue/
I got a broken face/

The point was fast but it was too blunt to miss
Life handed us a paycheck, we said "we worked harder than this!"

Made up my mind, make a new start
Goin' to California with an achin' in my heart

Oh, I could show you the way shadows colonize snow
Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter coast
Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads
Up to your frost bitten feet

DJ Soul was on a roll.
I've been told, he can't be sold.
He's not vicious or malicious,
Just de-lovely and delicious.

So you'll be an Austrian nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

With money you squeeze from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

any day now, any day now
i shall be released

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose/
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose/
You could be at a party getting loose/
Or you could catch a bullet in your goose/

Hello again
Friend of a friend
I knew you when
Our common goal
Was waiting for
The world to end

Weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965?
You're the misbred, gray executive I've seen heavily advertised
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine