Artificial Limb - Methyl Ethel

You said this way would be more scenic

The ride is rough, the corners blind

I’ve left a thousand times another

Seems the house was a home, but you buried the bone

Picture me all out of vitamins

When your friends agree that I’m no fun

It’s all laced with polystyrene candor

I’m the acetone wash for your gilded tongue

747's getting closer to heaven

That the radio waves that carry our digital bait

Did you hear?

It’s all over at the end of the year

Oh well, how 'bout that?

How’d you know that I was scheming

Somehow she was walking out the back and I was cut

She said it’s not cool you don’t fucking answer

But your lifestyle is done, now I’m back on the run

747's getting closer to heaven

That the radio waves that carry our digital bait

Did you hear?

It’s all over at the end of the year

Oh well, how 'bout that?

747's getting closer to heaven

That the radio waves that carry our digital bait

Did you hear?

It’s all over at the end of the year

Oh well, how 'bout that?

When were you gonna get yourself out of the way

Of the train that’s been barreling down at you for days

Did you hear?

They’re controlling artificial limbs

Without him, how 'bout that?