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Family Vapor

from Sonnenhuhn by Fun Machine

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lyrics

The twin torches, a beacon of fear, clearly realizing you are no longer safe here

They despise you over several seas, now you're out in the car and into the streets,

Early morning rush arrives, and there's a new spark of terror in your eyes,

Out to the Turnpike, headed north, scattered images fill your mind,

As you look to the left, towards the airport, and wonder about the things they'll find,

Caffeine fuels the job you've laid ahead, so you can pound out the payments on the thin ice over the dead,

Wearing your knuckles thin till it breaks the bone, losing everything you know just to get home



You know you're just a casualty of paranoid society products of we and TV, where exists peaces?

Nowhere at all nowhere at all, nowhere


Loss of self is just a sign of the times, where you're running behind, running blind, nowhere to hide,

You work all day and you sleep the rest, now the man on the corner has a bomb on his chest,

Rain falls hard on the highway cold, you know his face is wrinkled and his tar is old,

Walk in the door and look at the bed (sneaking through the backyard, slow)

Finally some time to rest your head (his is big, your trusted friend)

Thinking about the things you've done, taking them from you and everyone, the night has come

Our place to relax is under attack, a way of life has been laid to rest, what will you mother fuckers think of next,

JET FLASH SMASH CRASH BREAK INTO THE HOUSE OF THE FUTURE



You're casualties of paranoid society, products of we and TV, where exists peace?

Nowhere at all, nowhere at all, nowhere…



I'm losing mind my mind's losing it, and the only way out is through those stars

The kids are growing up, not knowing who they are…



Welcome home Mr. Gentleman, tardiness marked on your cold plate again,

The wife is waiting; kids are playing, sit in slumber to the hum of the TV…

Seceding seas mark me, unlike your dreams, there's no tunnel to escape over the rivers and cities,

And still the calm refrain, the silent roar supplements the void inside your brain, again, the pain.



Lights seen flashing and the walls come alive, yet I'm too afraid to even shut my eyes,

Monsters of oblivion gathering in around me…

Sons of the SUV learning geometry in shopping malls, to do nothing…

The scum of the universe comprised of a parking lot…

The walls' alive and they're closing in…the walls' alive and they're closing in around me…

Seven dollars just to buy me some freedom.



HEY! YOU! GET OUTTA HERE!


Go to Walgreens, there you'll find things, there at Walgreen's, there you'll find things…

Three of the cee's, three of the cee's…

Three of the cee's but there's sixteen of three cee's , there's sixteen of three cee's,

There's three cee's of sixteen, the red pills are washing down, you're washing down the cee's,

You're washing them down, with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down sixteen three cee's with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down the cee's

Your body is shaking, thoughts are quaking all around, pretty soon the lights turn red,

You fall down hard and then you're dead, your heart beats fast and you don't know why,

As you float through the floor into the sky, you need your feet no longer here…and,

As you float down as you're shaking, above the floor as you're quaking,

You are sinking; nothing can save you from your own devices….

Here it comes…



Slowly above my head, gathering moonbeams from white to red,

See the ticker slowly moving across the screen the water's churning,

Birds of prey have made their way from outer space down to today,

I'll finally know now what it's like to cross the deep dark crevice of eternity…

credits

from Sonnenhuhn, released March 1, 2009

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Fun Machine Fords, New Jersey

Fun Machine was a progressive/punk band from NJ (2005-2011, BNS Sessions records)

John Piatkowski: Keyboards/Vocals

Andrew Wetzel: Guitar/Vocals

Renee Maskin:
Guitar/Vocals

Colin Ryan:
Drums

Michael Liska:
Bass


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