The FBI Guy Would Like a Word Songtext
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The FBI Guy Would Like a Word Songtext
Some people are happy
Some people are sad
Everybody grows up
Resenting their dads
I′m gonna raise chickens on the moon
If you're coming, I′m leaving soon
Icarus and Telemachus
Talking shit about Daedalus and Odysseus
Commiserating over coffee
I robbed banks until they caught me
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
My friends are taking pills or they're snortin cocaine
That Uncle Sam imported on military planes
Or else they′ve got careers
Running down a clock with a sixpack of beers
One guard tells the truth and the other always lies
The warden′s watching porn with the FBI guy
And you know it'll happen to you
They′re gonna pump you full of methylene blue
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
My other brother called, he said I′ve got a job for you
You can make a lot of money if you need something to do
I told him I'm a traitor and that I′d talk to him later
And I hope all your kids are well
But your pipelines lead straight to hell
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
Some people are happy
Some people are sad
Everybody grows up resenting their dads
And I have got to believe
That history is not a cycle
Some people are sad
Everybody grows up
Resenting their dads
I′m gonna raise chickens on the moon
If you're coming, I′m leaving soon
Icarus and Telemachus
Talking shit about Daedalus and Odysseus
Commiserating over coffee
I robbed banks until they caught me
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
My friends are taking pills or they're snortin cocaine
That Uncle Sam imported on military planes
Or else they′ve got careers
Running down a clock with a sixpack of beers
One guard tells the truth and the other always lies
The warden′s watching porn with the FBI guy
And you know it'll happen to you
They′re gonna pump you full of methylene blue
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
My other brother called, he said I′ve got a job for you
You can make a lot of money if you need something to do
I told him I'm a traitor and that I′d talk to him later
And I hope all your kids are well
But your pipelines lead straight to hell
My father makes big red buttons
My brother builds spy satellites
My uncle's retired from the Pentagon
But I found a different war to fight
Some people are happy
Some people are sad
Everybody grows up resenting their dads
And I have got to believe
That history is not a cycle
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