Cheap Songtext
von The Laurel Collective

Planes were crashing in the sinking sands
Leave a message in the black box for the undiscovered land
It lies outside of the freehand
Some answers came back in the black box helping me to understand
How life became an endless stream of woebegone′s
My lover's words had all become emoticons
Citizen′s advice was run by cold Cylons, always asking

What side? (What side?) Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side are you on?)
What side? (What side?) Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side are you on?)

'Cause the rules say you can't sleep
Sittin′ on the fence that way
′Cause it's cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap
They repossess my soul today


She was talking (she′s talking, talking, talking, talking)
To the repo man
Explaining what the black box means to her
He might understand
And never satisfied like Coltrane
Talking to the folk in the sinking sand on the ghost plane
And they were saying

What side? (What side?) Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side are you on?)
What side? (What side?) Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side are you on?)

'Cause the rules say you can′t sleep
Sittin' on the fence that way
′Cause it's cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap
They repossess my soul today

Box
Black box
Black box
Black box
Black box
Black box
Black box