Modest Mouse

There's no work in walking in and it fueled the talk
I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk
through all the stubborn beauty I'd start at dawn
until the sun had fully stopped never walking away from
just a way to pull apart, dehydrate back into minerals
a lifelong walk to the same exact spot
carbon's anniversary
the parting of the sensory
old, old news to read
the parting of the sensory

who the hell made you the boss
we placed our ships in all the right spots but still lost
any shit-head who had ever walked
could take the ship and do a much finer job
these fit like clothes made out of wasps
aww, fuck it, i guess i lost

the parting of the sensory
carbon's anniversary
just part of the game if you please
carbon's anniversary

who the hell made you the boss
if you say what to do i know when not to stop
if you were the ship, who would ever get on
the weather changed for the worst
it came down on us like it had been rehearsed
i highly hope that change will surely come
it'd be awful for most but really good for some
and for your trip to the exact same spot
we'd pull the trigger but we forgot to cock every single shot
oh, fuck it, i guess we lost.

someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your carbon.
someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your carbon.
someday you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon.
someday you will die and someone's or something's will steal your carbon.
someday something will die and somehow you'll figure out how
often you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon.
something will die and you'll probably just steal his carbon.