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Matthew Good Band Audio Of Being

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while Once you're in, you're pretty much fucked When I was the rat The rat who would be king I imagined typhoid

Made a man out of me A killing machine Your baby's going to die ma Your baby's coming home You know, they put a man on the moon Simply to prove that

me a vision I was a fireman in a time of fires And I was paralyzed A robot heart for a theme park world Whatever keeps us alive Whatever keeps claim to us being

Can you feel me slide in? Can you hear your blood pound? I will think of you in pieces, I will picture us found My filthy mouth, well it makes my mom

Between the night and day Lost in the law of averages What would you know Unless you'd lived a life of it? They say the kid sold out in love with himself

He snuck out of the city The night it had come early She always used to say Life's a dirty business So why not do it While the world's in bed And there