From the recording Get Real, Quick!
Lyrics
He’s flaky. He’s shaken. Fact check him; He’s mistaken. The card’s maxed. The rent’s late. Temp income, shit day rate. I haven’t showered and I’m feeling like a lesser. I’m clamming up. Let this project file fester. This sequence hasn’t yet had itself a render. This lack of sleep’s got my thoughts in a blender. Nightmares and long stares upstairs. We just hit the bottom of a bad time! We just hit the bottom of a real bad time!
He’s flaky. He’s shaken.
Fact check him; He’s mistaken.
The card’s maxed. The rent’s late.
Temp income, shit day rate.
I haven’t showered and I’m feeling like a lesser.
I’m clamming up. Let this project file fester.
This sequence hasn’t yet had itself a render.
This lack of sleep’s got my thoughts in a blender.
Nightmares and long stares upstairs.
We just hit the bottom of a bad time!
We just hit the bottom of a real bad time!
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.
Bad time, oh no.
It’s more for the sake of finding one’s place.
Resting fully into a shape.
Finding one’s space in life, one’s demise.
Down to nothing but a series - a series of lines.
Searching for the perfect sounding room.
Lost in audibles, not impending doom.
Nightmares and long stares upstairs.
We just hit the bottom of a bad time!
We just hit the bottom of a real bad time!
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.
Bad time, oh no.
Hey, baby - won't you come on through?
I’m doing everything you wanted me to.
I swear, I swear - I’m back on track again.
Leans over barrel, that back I bend.
I’m going right down the middle, then back again.
I’m d-d-doing anything to mend.
She ends up on top.
Just watch us do it big.
She’s walking right on down.
I see her start to sing..
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.