Lyrics

Filled Up to the Brim: " " (07)

Excuse me dealer
What have you dealt me?
I've got a handful of cards to use
How am I playing?

Pass the chips over
Don't hog them all piggy
That plastic visor isn't taking away
From your greedy potbelly

A belly full of stress I say
Is the Jacket starting to fit too tight?
My worries would start to disappear
If you'd go for a run everynight

We complain all of the time
But I haven't taken my turn to
It's lonely here in the apartment
Too empty to fill
Too small to move

I'd like to live in a place
Where the people are real
Instead of being puppets
That are thinking their souls are really their heels

This is stressing me
I practise good karma I also eat right
I go to bed full of vitamins
Every single night

I'm a text book example
Of living healthy and right
I've got my glasses to keep it in sight
My head screwed on nice and tight

Let the music soothe me
Allow me to play good enough
I'm a freelance artist
It's my job to starve and stuff

I get upset
Over things I can't control
I wish I could be the alchemist
Or play a day in that role

But the world is too busy
To listen
If it had ears
They'd be full of pollution

People are too busy
Getting rid of wrinkles
And bleaching their teeth
Or getting a new tan for spring break
So they'll look fit on the beach

World are you doing summersaults
To fit in the solar system better?
Sunscreen applied
Only when skin is blistering?

My skin is my home
But lately not a comfy fit
I'm restless because there's something cooking inside
And there's no way to taste it

I hear the commotion
I turn my mind off
The places so beautiful
Are crowded enough

If people could just turn off their phones
And talk face to face
Someday we'd be forced to agree
We're a living disgrace

Vote a good ballot
Don't choose according to fashion
Don't pinch your neighbor
Just for a reaction