Odd Times - USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker)

Seventy-three

The bus I catch at six-thirty

It’s quarter to eight

I’m gonna get fired, I’m gonna be late

To Timmy’s I go

He is a pimp and we are his hoes

A buck thirty-nine

Seventeen minutes to get there on time

Seventy-three

Degrees, I heard it’s supposed to pour

I take the stairs

But it’s all the way up on the third floor

I take a breath

Hit number three and move to the left

But now we are stuck

And I don’t give a

Pickin' up the pieces

Broke a mirror in Heaven

Pickin' up the pieces

Still I don’t know why

I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve

Been livin' in odd times, odd times

Whoa-oh-oh

I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve

Been livin' in odd times, odd times

Ooh, ooh

I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms

Ooh, ooh

I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms

Key in the door

I turn on the lights, it’s ten fifty-four

I check the machine

There’s nobody there, I don’t really care

Seventy-three

Times I’ve seen this episode

You know the one

They chase the monkey down the road

Eight thirty-eight

I go to the fridge, there’s nothin' to make

I’ll just order in

Anything’s fine, there’s someone outside

Seventy-three

Channels on my TV

I’m set for the night, I’m hittin' the lights

I’m startin' cry, why oh why?

Pickin' up the pieces

Broke a mirror in Heaven

Pickin' up the pieces

Still I don’t know why

I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve

Been livin' in odd times, odd times

Whoa-oh-oh

I, I’ve got the feeling that I’ve

Been livin' in odd times, odd times

Ooh, ooh

I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms

Ooh, ooh

I’m a beakless bird in a bucket of worms