Modest Mouse - Tundra/desert Lyrics
Every sick, fickle *****erChildhoods what makes yaTill they treat ya like tundraWeigh those opinionsMore like air than leadEvery planned occupationSurefire disappointment up aheadTill they treat ya like desertSee mirages of friendship, face turns readHeres the soon to be anchorBuild bridges to nothing, youll get nowhereEvery governors mother knowsThat their bread is buttered by samAnd what about science?They find proof and let you make your own decisionsEvery childstar wondersIf they have a future up aheadEvery kindhearted bankerI dont think there is oneEvery winning opinionStand on platforms in waterFilling jars full of silence youll get nowhere