Retirement Or Bust Songtext
von Go Go Torpedo

Listen up, gather ′round
There's capitulation in this big small town
It′s a foul stench, blowing debris
Your hopes and dreams are in a CNC
There's a steady diet of god and beer
So take a swig to numb the fear
Blurry lens looking through
In the mirror, who the fuck are you?

You're two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic
You're two sandwiches short of a picnic


Self assured, loudly say
Are you ready for judgement day?
Know it all, blinded truth
Another round of shots for the voting booth
What you could′ve been is so much more
Than a cog, or a civics whore
Whatever happened to youthful lust,
Repeat the mantra "retirement or bust"

You're two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic
You're two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic

You're two sandwiches short of a picnic
You're two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic
You′re two sandwiches short of a picnic