the kid who cant be taught

The kid can't be taught- bobby ore
so I got that goin for me, which is nice

so I got that goin for me, which is nice

I am a patient boy
I weight
I weight 
I weight

I am a patient boy

I weight

I weight 

I weight

Lyrics:

The pavement bakes under a hot, holy sun that nobody worships any more.
Bikinis and shorts subbed for rags and dust masks and vacations under the floor boards.
The tract homes decay in the same way they were made: on the cheap and almost overnight. The freeways you take, your job, the state; all incrementally devaluing your life.

The remnants of the Space Age, beware of falling satellites.
This used to be our bright future. A paean to microchip life.


Everywhere that you look you see burned out tech, ghosts of a tomorrow that never came to pass.
The schools have long been burnt down by the kids, an artifice on the meaning of class.
The beaches used to be a bastion of fun, the boardwalks flanked by refinery smokestacks.
Now mutant teens have traded in their preening for sandy, drug-induced brass knuckle attacks.

The remnants of the Space Age. Beware of falling satellites.
This used to be our bright future. A paean to microchip life.

Tomorrowland stands, the future it told was a lie. A night in urban sprawl hell, illuminated by fireworks in the sky.


Fun in the sun and fights in the nights, heroin is the religion of the people.
Disturbing street scenes backlit by burning things in the shadow of the Crystal Cathedral.
I get the feeling everybody’s broken, just like the communities that our fathers tried to plan.
But you can’t get a good reading on someone unless you put a few bucks, or a gun, in their hand

The remnants of the Space Age, beware of falling satellites.
This used to be our bright future. A paean to microchip life.


Stay in your homes unless you’re fine in the grime, and get stoked on interminable brutality. Your future is here, and it’s just as prescribed: a lonely augmented reality.

GO DIE

Lyrics:


Let’s tell each other about our lives, our likes and dislikes.
Let me suggest the touch of my hand when we walk side by side.
And then if you’re still down, we can maybe fool around.
And waste a bunch of your sweet, precious time.

Silly like graffiti on statues sitting in front of a school.
Sweet like a backflip into a new swimming pool.
Sorry like the day I got drunk before noon.
Empty like the promise I tried to make too soon.

Spend a few hours, just you and I adrift,
and see if its hard at all for us not to kiss.
I haven’t been evil in the way I treat people.
That depends on who you’re asking, I guess.

Silly like graffiti on statues sitting in front of a school.
Sweet like a backflip into a new swimming pool.
Sorry like the day I got drunk before noon.
Empty like the promise I tried to make too soon.

Ive had my fair share of goings on here and there.
I know I shouldn’t divulge, but then again I don’t care.
Deep-sixed by many, for a long list of scares.

In love like a hug from you in cheap, smokey bar.
Wrecked, but still working, like my last three cars.
Mended is our friendship, like the tear in my old jeans.
Happy in the end, as long as the end is you and me.

Silly like graffiti on statues sitting in front of a school.
Sweet like the backflip…
Sorry like the day…
Empty like the promise I tried to make too soon.