Clock Operator, Please Reset the Game Clock to Whatever
[Verse 1]
I heard this band broke up
They had their minds made up
I know the guys, they’re lucky, they spent their time with love
I toe tap in the end zone, flash in the pan say what?
It’s just me, myself, and narrators
At least the stairway’s up
Burden on my shoulders’ worth two in the books
I got the chupacabra newest model chewing them up
I’m in the fuselage loosening up
I’ve got the souvenir tucked, I’m not snooping enough
You can keep your flat rate, I’m not priority mail
Already scarеd despite the fact that thе horror already aired
History repeats and onomatopoeia flares
I don’t compare to these economy squares
[Hook]
Clock operator, please reset the game clock to whatever you think’s fair
And I know that’s subjective
[Verse 2]
Drum break ‘cause I hate the norm, you hate Monday’s
Hate’s a strong word but the weak love how it tastes
Slowly heading home, Frank Zappa in my suitcase
Never too many people occupying the same space
My brain waves are like microwaves
Front of house engineer hyping up the bassist from the other day
Double duty at the underplay
Earplugs a dollar, pay for me
I’ll get you back at the pizza place
Public place, keep it together and beat the weather
Bucket hat framing the measure to be aware of
Check into the lobby, my opinions got married
Mic check, the jump scare is not scary