Atmosphere - Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics
SLUG7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radioThe evening is overAnother morning, another opportunityTo do something progressive prove that he's worthyUp and out the door by 9 O'clockThe sun is shining up and down the blockThere's children in the corner waiting for a busThat will take them to school and exploit their trustHe starts the car, sparks with one crankIt's those good ol' fashioned American mechanicsAnd even though he'd rather own a new importIt's dependible and more important its all he can affordStops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of JoeBack into the Ford with the windows rolled upSo when the radio rocks he can sing along freelyWith the lights out it's less dangerousAt the top of his lungs the words burst through shamelessPushing that dream, trying to beat the timeOh well whatever nevermindNothing else matters when your knifing through trafficWishing it was a stickshift, it's an automaticListening to the road, voice of the nomadHow he'd love to leave drive away never go backWheels keep on turning, turning turning and turningAlone is when he finally feels like a personLight another Nat ShermanCrack the window, feel the wind blowSerenity tenfoldGod bless whoever invented sunglassesAnd while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughsObjects are closer than they appearCuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie toTalk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicleIt teaches him topics to dicuss with real peopleSo when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shopHis neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lotPour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality-a
