Yes as in No Songtext

Hoodman Blind

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Yes as in No Songtext
Improving myself toward certain destruction,
Trudging through all of this mud and malfunction,
Lugging a trashcan full of solutions,
And it's all fun and games, it's cuts and contusions,
But all the misfortunes that head our direction
Could never save us from complete perfection.
Upwind of predators, what's our location?
We're at the tip-top of a shaky foundation.
Sweating the small stuff and wasting my time,
I am covering bases and changing my mind,
But you can't catch a fish without baiting the line,
And I don't think you've got the heart.
Maybe these words are my way to confess,
Or maybe I just want to see you impressed,
Or maybe I'm looking for some kind of rest,
Or waiting for the laughs to start.

I didn't think that the weather could worsen,
But what do I know, I'm just one little person,
And surely enough, all the clouds start to gather,
And rain starts to pour down like nothing else matters.
The gutters are flooding and the ceiling is dripping,
The paintings and portraits are peeling and ripping.
I can't take the constant deterioration,
I'm wound up in strings made of anticipation.
Don't go to bed yet, 'cause I'm coming over,
Heart on my sleeve and a chip on my shoulder,
Or maybe I'll stay home and soak up October,
I'm sick of having to decide.
Why do I feel like I'm missing the punchline?
I've waited and waited, it has to come some time,
Or maybe it's sitting outside in the sunshine,
A bird with all its feathers fried.

I failed with flying colors and I watched the whole thing teeter,
Shook all the wrong hands and I followed the wrong leaders,
Sat through the commercials and I've surfed on all the stations,
Drowning in contentment, I have overdosed on patience.

Oiling the lie machines hiding inside of me
As millions of robots are invading my privacy.
Yes as in no, fighting fire with gasoline,
Head in the snow, it's a total catastrophe.
There is a place where my time seems to crawl,
And there'll come a time when there's no place at all.
I promise you nothing, I deliver in spades,
So go pull all the shades down and sharpen the blades,
'Cause each little truth has a lie underneath,
All the holes in the walls and the grinding of teeth
Are precisely the reasons I'm trying to sleep,
Guess I'm never gonna get it right.
Ten thousand notebooks all gathered in corners,
They mixed all their words up and got out of order,
So light up my smoke and then get my a lawyer,
'Cause somebody's gonna die,
Somebody's gonna die tonight.