Uploaded September 2021 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
A funky indie song dedicated to a friend whose birthday was two seconds ago. He taught me how to stop being narcoleptic when it comes to the umbrella issues in this world we all share. I owe a lot of how I handle life to his wisdom, perspectives, and our shared experiences. He's not my wife. We both just like being scornful geezers together. He's also acting as backup vocals on this track. Isn't that nice? Enjoy the facetious wordplay I threw up myself.
Lyrics:
She got a diamond bed,
As a donation.
I got a blanket of debt,
That wants my blood.
He gets all the credit,
Cause of a million laborers,
And won’t get high off it.
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Bullies need their medicine.
And kids keep shoplifting,
Food before they’re broke.
Geezer got a tax break;
Suffering is laughable.
We guarantee people,
Make it on their own.
He cannot fix himself,
When he does something wrong.
But up here I live on,
A tightrope of stress.
She gets all the credit,
Cause of a stolen narrative,
And won’t get high off it.
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Quicker to invalidate.
And teenage behavior,
Kills my attitude.
Geezer found a problem;
In no rush to shut it down.
You can’t be mad when the,
Window long expired.
How can anyone afford,
A clown when the world,
Is splitting apart?
I’m annoyed by getting up to help,
And annoyed from sitting all the time.
The magic’s fading,
From all the hating.
Do I pretend that,
We’re done with this?
The magic’s aging,
So learn to love it,
While you can.
Go tell that geezer is-
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Went to bed ten years ago.
And kids don’t sleep enough,
Just to be on time.
Geezer paid the ransom;
Better than a consequence.
But should we do more to,
Save whoever has to try again?
A funky indie song dedicated to a friend whose birthday was two seconds ago. He taught me how to stop being narcoleptic when it comes to the umbrella issues in this world we all share. I owe a lot of how I handle life to his wisdom, perspectives, and our shared experiences. He's not my wife. We both just like being scornful geezers together. He's also acting as backup vocals on this track. Isn't that nice? Enjoy the facetious wordplay I threw up myself.
Lyrics:
She got a diamond bed,
As a donation.
I got a blanket of debt,
That wants my blood.
He gets all the credit,
Cause of a million laborers,
And won’t get high off it.
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Bullies need their medicine.
And kids keep shoplifting,
Food before they’re broke.
Geezer got a tax break;
Suffering is laughable.
We guarantee people,
Make it on their own.
He cannot fix himself,
When he does something wrong.
But up here I live on,
A tightrope of stress.
She gets all the credit,
Cause of a stolen narrative,
And won’t get high off it.
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Quicker to invalidate.
And teenage behavior,
Kills my attitude.
Geezer found a problem;
In no rush to shut it down.
You can’t be mad when the,
Window long expired.
How can anyone afford,
A clown when the world,
Is splitting apart?
I’m annoyed by getting up to help,
And annoyed from sitting all the time.
The magic’s fading,
From all the hating.
Do I pretend that,
We’re done with this?
The magic’s aging,
So learn to love it,
While you can.
Go tell that geezer is-
Geezer is on hard drugs;
Went to bed ten years ago.
And kids don’t sleep enough,
Just to be on time.
Geezer paid the ransom;
Better than a consequence.
But should we do more to,
Save whoever has to try again?
