Lyrics
You can’t kill me, motherfucker
You can’t kill me, motherfucker
You may try, but you will die
You can’t kill me, motherfucker
Go to bed late, then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin', can’t stop, can’t take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But in the time I finished it, it’s time for me to talk to you
And then explain what I do in my day, well
It’s complicated and you say, «Pray tell»
And now we’ll try, if I miss any details
Think about it later and send it in an email
Cause my brain is on a loop, but there’s a buzz
That I need to troubleshoot, not now
Gotta gotta get the work done
Last item of the day is turnin' to the first one
I, never gonna never gonna
I, never gonna never gonna
I, ain’t gonna ever gonna die
Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead
Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night
Lettin' the light from my cellphone distract my eyes
Sexual text message into my mind
Fingers are busy, but now I’m lookin' in the mirror
Cause the people behind me, they’re givin' me the middle finger
I’m kill’em if they pull up any closer to my bumper
Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth!
Drinkin' the coffee, now I’m dumpin' it out
He’s honkin' the horn like «You wanna throw down»
He thinks, «Oh boy, you wanna go now»
I’m ready (I'm ready), for the typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
(di-di-di-difficult isn’t it)
I’m a just man, with a company van
And a supervisor who just does a summary scan
And a coworker who’s always like «just cover me, man»
In the morning we all get in the huddle again
Like «Can we even make more money»
I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me
I don’t even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-hiiii)
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people
Are gonna die, cause they can’t live my life
All eyes on the small guys makin' small noise
In a small town with the small music men
They’re just fall guys, in the law’s eyes
Your voice is worth more than you know and you’re not foolin' anyone
I’m not a con-artist, you pencil in your promises, eroding eraser tips
I’m sick of your colleges, expensive taste tester, «Spit that wine»
Excessive waste, yes, but it’s that time
For me to get randomly checked again
Bored until you’re marked with a blood-red pen
Water bottle sittin' in my pocket and I’m walkin' with a grin
Cause the liquid isn’t permitted, I’m rippin' up the ticket
For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face
Shoulda never let me in this place
Fly, fly boy in the brownest state
I feel I’m never gonna be let out the gate, because I’m the bomb
Yea I said it; cool, collected and calm
Maneuver through the computer to do a little song
My music got the charm, smoother than a cougar
Attack the mic and get on the intercom
Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether you’re masochists
Mellow pacifists, tell those faxin' it, it’s no accident
By the end of this record, you’re gonna know
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people
Are you listenin', love? We got a 30 for us
Can you hand me enough, can you hand me my stuff
Bout to move out this scary cemetery of trust
Livin' just a little bit of it isn’t nearly enough
Livin' just a little bit of it isn’t nearly justified
Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am
Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die
(Sage Speaking)
I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really is
Is uh not to be part of my eh-eh-everyday activities
It’s not to be in my music anymore, I don’t want it there
It’ll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that’s that’s, we’re beyond that
I mean de-de-death only as a concept is what matters and-and
God as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me
And to you, I know you, I know you much better than you think I do uhh
I hope we meet sometime, I’d love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss
Uh right there, on my face
And uh I don’t know maybe have sex a little bit
