Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics

Song	Aspiring Sociopath
Artist	Atmosphere
Album	Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's
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	作曲 : Slug
	[SLUG]7:30
	AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
	The evening is over
	Another morning, another opportunity
	To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
	Up and out the door by 9
	O'clockThe sun is shining up and down the block
	There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
	That will take them to school and exploit their trust
	He starts the car, sparks with one crank
	It's those good ol' fashioned
	American mechanics
	And even though he'd rather own a new import
	It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
	Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of
	JoeBack into the
	Ford with the windows rolled up
	So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
	With the lights out it's less dangerous
	At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
	Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
	Oh well whatever nevermind
	Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
	Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic
	Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
	How he'd love to leave drive away never go back
	Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
	Alone is when he finally feels like a person
	Light another
	Nat Sherman
	Crack the window, feel the wind blow
	Serenity tenfold
	God bless whoever invented sunglasses
	And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
	Objects are closer than they appear'cause when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
	Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
	It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
	So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
	His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
	Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
	He's a loner dottie, he's a rebel
	He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
	Thinking about how he can leave this city
	Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flee or,
	Maybe he should just go get a picture at the
	CCAnd find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the
	TVEither way tomorrow will be just like today
	And that's all it takes to make the change
	He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
	And this town doesn't even know his real name
	It goes bye bye
	Miss American
	PieDrove the
	Ford to the border to disturb the order
	If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed
	Maybe then he could have grown to exist[repeated till the song fades]

	zuo qu : Slug
	SLUG 7: 30
	AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
	The evening is over
	Another morning, another opportunity
	To do something progressive prove that he' s worthy
	Up and out the door by 9
	O' clockThe sun is shining up and down the block
	There' s children in the corner waiting for a bus
	That will take them to school and exploit their trust
	He starts the car, sparks with one crank
	It' s those good ol' fashioned
	American mechanics
	And even though he' d rather own a new import
	It' s dependible and more important its all he can afford
	Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of
	JoeBack into the
	Ford with the windows rolled up
	So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
	With the lights out it' s less dangerous
	At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
	Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
	Oh well whatever nevermind
	Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
	Wishing it was a stickshift, it' s an automatic
	Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
	How he' d love to leave drive away never go back
	Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
	Alone is when he finally feels like a person
	Light another
	Nat Sherman
	Crack the window, feel the wind blow
	Serenity tenfold
	God bless whoever invented sunglasses
	And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
	Objects are closer than they appear' cause when your by yourself there ain' t one else to lie to
	Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
	It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
	So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
	His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
	Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
	He' s a loner dottie, he' s a rebel
	He' s gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
	Thinking about how he can leave this city
	Fill the tank and towards the water he' ll flee or,
	Maybe he should just go get a picture at the
	CCAnd find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the
	TVEither way tomorrow will be just like today
	And that' s all it takes to make the change
	He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
	And this town doesn' t even know his real name
	It goes bye bye
	Miss American
	PieDrove the
	Ford to the border to disturb the order
	If only that he' d know that he wouldn' t be missed
	Maybe then he could have grown to exist repeated till the song fades

	zuò qǔ : Slug
	SLUG 7: 30
	AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
	The evening is over
	Another morning, another opportunity
	To do something progressive prove that he' s worthy
	Up and out the door by 9
	O' clockThe sun is shining up and down the block
	There' s children in the corner waiting for a bus
	That will take them to school and exploit their trust
	He starts the car, sparks with one crank
	It' s those good ol' fashioned
	American mechanics
	And even though he' d rather own a new import
	It' s dependible and more important its all he can afford
	Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of
	JoeBack into the
	Ford with the windows rolled up
	So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
	With the lights out it' s less dangerous
	At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
	Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
	Oh well whatever nevermind
	Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
	Wishing it was a stickshift, it' s an automatic
	Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
	How he' d love to leave drive away never go back
	Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
	Alone is when he finally feels like a person
	Light another
	Nat Sherman
	Crack the window, feel the wind blow
	Serenity tenfold
	God bless whoever invented sunglasses
	And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
	Objects are closer than they appear' cause when your by yourself there ain' t one else to lie to
	Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
	It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
	So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
	His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
	Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
	He' s a loner dottie, he' s a rebel
	He' s gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
	Thinking about how he can leave this city
	Fill the tank and towards the water he' ll flee or,
	Maybe he should just go get a picture at the
	CCAnd find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the
	TVEither way tomorrow will be just like today
	And that' s all it takes to make the change
	He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
	And this town doesn' t even know his real name
	It goes bye bye
	Miss American
	PieDrove the
	Ford to the border to disturb the order
	If only that he' d know that he wouldn' t be missed
	Maybe then he could have grown to exist repeated till the song fades

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