Babershoppe - Old Game

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Lyrics:
It's dinner time in the club, uncork the wine
I am just a server boy in my vest and tie
On my way to the table, fish eye on mine
"Hey," the fish said, "you look sad, like you're doing time"
"Yeah," I said "I feel I'm in drying cement"
Then the fish spoke thusly as he jumped from his dish

Said "the issue with the mind-body problem,"
"It's not a fruit that you can pick, a temptation you can rid"
"You won't be given a key inside a dream to solve it"
"It's a lock that must be picked, an old foe you must protect"
"The reciting of a mantra, forever"

It's time to close the club down, all have gone home
Masters all have had their fill now it's time to go
Take out the trash on your way, voice from the bag says
"Human capital was coined by some human trash"

"And the envy in your heart degenerates you"
"Your intelligent revenge is not as beautiful an end"
"Your silly spite's the same as masturbation"
"I'd like to see your mind propose what the future only knows"
"Instead of lies worth dying for dream of a world so green and blue"

No one is coming, no one else believes
That the earth is giving up on you and me
Home it is holy
Holy is the home
The home of hope is holding onto me
No one is coming, no one else believes
That the earth is giving up on you and me
Worse is how we left it, with nothing left to leave
For every billion seedlings there's a tree
No one is coming, no one else believes
That the earth has given up on you and me