Honest citizen alone with a thought
Stark raving mad gone nutter
Not like it use to be in the land of the dead
Past is no longer around
Machine don't care
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen a knife?
Those scrambled marbles are now your mind
Steppin' out soon gonna try to be kind
In an unwinding hour it all falls down
Lonesome George is no more
Sally stole his shell
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen some knives?
"I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space"
AHHH!!
Intrinsic obsolescence
Life don't mean a thing
Left in the wasteland of time
The flesh always fits in
Intrinsic obsolescence
Is what you sing
Left in the wasteland of time
Death's just the beginning
Gofu - Intrinsic Obsolescence Lyrics
Gofu - Intrinsic Obsolescence Lyrics
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Honest citizen alone with a thought
Stark raving mad gone nutter
Not like it use to be in the land of the dead
Past is no longer around
Machine don't care
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen a knife?
Those scrambled marbles are now your mind
Steppin' out soon gonna try to be kind
In an unwinding hour it all falls down
Lonesome George is no more
Sally stole his shell
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen some knives?
"I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space"
AHHH!!
Intrinsic obsolescence
Life don't mean a thing
Left in the wasteland of time
The flesh always fits in
Intrinsic obsolescence
Is what you sing
Left in the wasteland of time
Death's just the beginning
Stark raving mad gone nutter
Not like it use to be in the land of the dead
Past is no longer around
Machine don't care
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen a knife?
Those scrambled marbles are now your mind
Steppin' out soon gonna try to be kind
In an unwinding hour it all falls down
Lonesome George is no more
Sally stole his shell
It's all right...now in the gold room
It's all right... or should I sharpen some knives?
"I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space"
AHHH!!
Intrinsic obsolescence
Life don't mean a thing
Left in the wasteland of time
The flesh always fits in
Intrinsic obsolescence
Is what you sing
Left in the wasteland of time
Death's just the beginning
Writer: David Burke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid