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letra de grocery store freakout! - the trust fund kids

[verse]:
wednesday morning 3 am
i’m wandering through a grocery store again
when
i haven’t slept, i cannot sleep
sleep really doesn’t matter if you think about it
i’ll sleep when i’m dead!
oh f-ck . . . one day, i’ll be dead
so now i’m lying beneath the bread

don’t try to prod me cashier, don’t try to prod me

i shopped till i dropped and now i’m having my larry gopnik thing

we need a clean-up in aisle 3
we need to clean up what’s left of me
because i stared death in the face
and it was pretty f-cking ugly

yeah, it was pretty scary to me

so i get up and start walking slowly

and i don’t believe i’ve had the pleasure to believe
yeah, i don’t believe i’ve had the pleasure to believe

are the celebrities on these dvds
deities?
should i kneel before them
kneel before them
sorry if i’m underdressed
wait, they’re not god
so i keep strolling

i don’t care if it costs 300 million dollars to make
the third act was bloated

anyway, i’m looking for somebody
have you seen him?

[hook]:
he’s yay high
i must have lost him
oh no

but i miss my carefree ways
i miss my salad days
because now i have a thousand questionable answers
to a thousand unanswerable answers
and uncontrollable obsessions
that’s a callback to the last record
that’s what us in the business like to call a callback

and tyler speaks for me sometimes . .
he says “if we’re god’s unwanted children then so be it”
but i want there to be an immanence imminent
i guess we all want to be loved, we all want to be eminent

[pre-chorus]:
but modern man turns the ill into monsters
until we’re too afraid to get the help from the right doctors
spent so many years trying to feign chill
spent so many years being told to disdain ill

[chorus]:
and when we’re young
mom and dad are god
and we go to school
and our teachers are god
one nation with occupations
under god
they’re just some people
we made our step god

[verse]:
the old holy empires used to turn mortal men into gods
but all they did was eat grapes and f-ck a lot
modern man turns mortal men into deities
but all they do is drink smoothies and take themselves too seriously

are we doomed to never see the errors of our ways?
will we ever change successfully?
maybe karma’s a b-tch
and it’s barking up the wrong tree
but i want there to be a heaven just for you
yeah, i want there to be a heaven just for you

i said some incendiary sh-t but didn’t mean to offend her
but why did she take offense from this late night supermarket spender?
but, i said: “i lost my candor, i lost my splendor
when they rewrote the scripture to fit their agendas
if it ain’t broke, it don’t need fixing from broken souls
from overinflated windbags and underinflated egos”

but, so badly do i want to believe
i’m just trying to take this all with a grain of salt
i’m just trying to take this all with a grain of salt

[hook]:
he’s yay high
i must have lost him
oh no

[chorus]
and when we’re young
mom and dad are god
and we go to school
and our teachers are god
one nation under, with occupations
under god
they’re just some people
we made our step god

[bridge]:
‘cause when i wake up
lie to me
about the fate of the galaxy

[breakdown]:
why were we blessed with sentience?
always being afraid of death, will be the real death of us
when i was in 7th grade, i destroyed a computer my parents bought me
i felt like sh-t for how i used it once, ‘cause the church people said it was evil to watch p-rnography
i was afraid of something that was simply my human s-xuality
and now i’m confused to why this was indoctrinated in me
and now i have become afraid
i’ve been ruled by my worry
i stay in it’s boundaries
i stay where ever it lets me
i have become more afraid, a child again
afraid of things i never once was, my mind sabotage
so scared to die
but more afraid to live
this is the life
i’ve carved out for myself

[hook 2]:
so stop telling me not to freak out
stop telling me it’ll all work out
stop telling me it’s just part of life
stop telling me it’ll all be alright

[chorus]

wednesday morning, 4 am, i’m kicked out of a grocery store again

- the trust fund kids

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