Truth is subjective, people are obsessed with statistics and data, but we'll take it one small joy at a time
brendan sellers
stocks vagabonds
stocks and vagabonds
jonathan walter
jason pearlman
scott herman
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Story behind the song
Jason Pearlman - lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Scott Herman - bass guitar, backup vocals
Brendan Sellers - backup vocals, lead guitar, drums
Lyrics
Silver dollar spotlights beaming in the wrong direction
Conceal the mystery and leave it undefined
And as I pass through broken glass I see my own reflection
Spoon-fed logic cannot be the purpose of the mind
Constitutions from institutions of suited freaks in pinstripes
Steal ideas from old ideals of nickles and crimes
And though they know where not to go they 'lope away anyway
Begin won't always meet the end if money equals time
I'm waiting for my phone to ring, to brew my coffee I don't drink
I'll roll my own cigarettes, take my risks and place my bets
I don't want this red pill, I don't want your synthetic mind
Waiting for my phone to ring, to brew my coffee I don't drink
I'll roll my own cigarettes, take my risks and place my bets,
I don't like this red pill, I don't want your synthetic mind