John Doe

Who's the one that said That best things are ahead? 'Cause he forgot to mention The dead ends and the blockheads Instead he promised all of us a lovely woodshed With occasional meds and dreamy featherbeds Well right now I'm stuck in traffic And a massive old lady just started to panic She's frantic, it's tragic, 'cause she'll fall like plastic Recycle he said, what a grim habit At least here the weather's tender I feel a gentle zephyr But this lack of pressure Made it hard to picture pleasure Perhaps I'm inspired Only when I'm stressed and tired Writing a story in aether Is a nightmare of terror What's the right way to go? I left this place a long time ago I'm the lead in this dumb show They keep calling me Jim Crow What's the right way to go? I left this place a long time ago I'm the lead in this dumb show Call me John Doe Call me John Doe I'm kinda fed up, with those flying ships It makes no sense, it feels like a bad magic trick I'd like to stop writing about 'em ego trips And I'm sick being inspired only by this pirate bitch I want to feel like a primate I don't want to think about tax rates Want to forget old classmates Wanna burn the whole fucking state Or shape the place in something greater Not overly bigger A better estate, far from fate like my in cellar Hum. You know that monkeys migrate now They acclimate, don't decimate And forgot how to bow Yeah. I wanna mutate in an ape somehow They cherish free will, not a sacred cow Anyhow Them animals, they're radical They're not that rational They burned their capitals The damage is hysterical They now live with us pigs And we be cannibals Dogs, pigs on wings and sheep In the end we all be flammable as shit What's the right way to go? I left this place a long time ago I'm the lead in this dumb show They keep calling me Jim Crow What's the right way to go? I left this place a long time ago I'm the lead in this dumb show Call me John Doe What's the right way to go? What's the right way to go?