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words ending in -ic for $1000 - jesse dangerously lyrics

it’s a squad car, hijacked by two little kids with cap pistols
a blast from the cop’s whistle failed to call em back. little
did they know, little did they the know road ahead of them
would be the death of them, it’s called life, and it’s a dead end
they split up and met again in cuba some years later
comparing anecdotes with a note of panic and fear. they were
both aged more than the time’s passage accounted for
both bore regrets and a massivе amount of sorrow
not for petty crimes, but for walks in the park not takеn
and for l!cking off a shot in the dark, godforsaken
and tired, aching inside, faking
a smile that’s vacant and awakening hatred and pride
that they can’t deny, making their lives feel fleeting and brief
trace arteries to the heart to see it’s still beating at least
conceding defeat, they swore to become rivals
just for fun but that proved unreliable
reading from the bible and bleeding from the nose
the meeting undergoes a switch to a glummer tone
building a summer home away from the wastes of time
and sp*ce, designing a place to find the peace of mind to leave behind
the grease and grime but that’s not life, don’t believe the fantasy
that sees the prisoners receiving amnesty, i mean please
blast off for a moon of green cheese
and bring your crackers and dip, dip, dive to miss the crack of the whip
snap attack front to back, it’s getting kinda hectic
needles wear grooves out and chew the vinyl record
one kid moves like a leopard and the other rides a panther, they saw
the final jeopardy and didn’t like the answer at all
[chorus]
drastic measures
that what? that life is hectic
drastic measures
that what? that life is hectic
drastic measures
that what? that life is hectic
drastic measures
that what?
it gets drastic

see, they carry luchini but fritter and gamble it away
very routinely, they’re escapists like harry houdini
they’re married to genies but they never have recurring dreams
their lives are twin shafts of gold; they’re urine streams
distraction is a currency. action is pure and simple
who likes seeing feelings hurt? they keep their dealings curt and sinful
stay alert and nimble enough to blur the edges of b*n*lity
staving off the grave by technicality
struck a sort of a deal in the court of appeals
getting bored is their real fear, not the sword or the steel
because with reflection comes certain disturbing certainties
that every person needs but no*one wants to know they’ll hurt and heed
the curtain call. averting all burdens’ the work of reason
furtively diverting all the urgency to birds and bees
emergencies serve to deceive the wits
from believing it exists when they see the abyss
they’re t**tering on, seizing upon the creed of the bombed like media p*wns
it’s leading them on, they’re greeting the dawn, in the evening the feeling is fleeting and gone
beating a gong and banging a drum to drown the sounds of nature out
bound to take the route that takes them straight to what i just spake about
figuring out the ignorant bliss is bigger than this, i’m making a guess
when i declare that kids are scared of choking to death from taking a breath
but i can attest that i detest mortality and avoid its gaze
to stare into the blaze that might destroy the place!
now who’s afraid of the dharma incurred by birth and its trauma?
who’s ready to scr*p, haul off and slap the earth and its mama?
who’s a worthless, anonymous automaton that’s losing consciousness?
who wanted this? who’s on this trip to see the sights and monuments?
read and write the documents by light that seems innocuous
’til you discern pages burning provides the phosphorescence
lost direction, stress and depression lessen perspective’s load
but when you pause to reckon, reflect and rest, in a second you know
the eventual long term goal of the sensual palm frond road
is descent into knock on wood when it’s all gone cold
and the your defense is the pretense
that what? that life is hectic!
[chorus]
drastic measures
that what? that life is hectic
drastic measures
that what?
it gets drastic

[outtro]
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kinda hectic
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kinda hectic
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kinda hectic
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kinda hectic
(repeat, fade out)

- jesse dangerously lyrics

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