[Intro]
Upsweep...
Upsweep...
Can you hear me?
I'm speaking through you
The signal weakens from this begrizzled beacon so pay attention
[Verse 1]
We painted our faces on a permanent moon to avoid being type cast as surrogate c***s
But there is no treatment for American gloom, so I'm taking my reverbering room and I'm gone far
With the money and sheet music and discarded doodles
The company they work for cut spending, bringing all [?] to abrupt ending
But if you think it's me you're up-ending
We could be grinding even if it's gut wrenching
And we're on one
Like we're knee deep in drug-vending, f*** lemmings whose love spending gives us the best things
Like a [?] s***e suit [???] gave me a cute pet-name
Now I'm being targeted by jet-plane
Because I'm so m************ subversive
With excessive panache I'm dressed in a sash
My name is a number, an X and a dash
Embedded in mass who stole(?) all the savings and had s** with the cash
[Bridge]
As far as these lives, we get one each
And then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap
But all these mistakes tend to cut deep
I swear I can hear you die just a little bit in the
[Hook]
Upsweep
[Verse 2]
Dangling in a thread of my temporal lobe
I thrust my fist up life's spread(?) gold nose
Then walked around [???]
It wasn't for embezzled gold
It was just for you and you and you
Don't propose a toast for unusual hosts
Used in musical notes to fuel the U-Boats
(you p*****)
All the credit inside your checking account
Sits in a mechanized s**less mouth
And getting it back, boy, the pressure mounts
So you're having a stroke and the medic's en route
This is the ending
I was showing n***** that I had exquisite taste
Now I'm locked out of all of my vivid scapes
And the capital gains is a Christian faith
Of the living apes, staying in debate
Or leading happy lives that we have to live
But we still do it, eating [?], building swing sets from dragon ribs
All the internet chatter is a by-product of my madness
Turning me into a vapid and glib capitalist pig
I didn't notice until now that a shoe's a phone
For what [?] any tycoon would atone(?)
But for me to find money I need to get a dune combed
Because I'm so m************ self-destructive
I'm caressing a rash from a decadent past
My judgment calls are sick and [?]
I'm rendered in ash when I [?] the [?]
[Bridge]
As far as these lives, we get one each
Then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap
But I can't afford all the upkeep
I swear I can hear myself die just a little bit in the
[Hook]
Upsweep...
Upsweep...
Can you hear me?
I'm speaking through you
The signal weakens from this begrizzled beacon so pay attention
[Verse 1]
We painted our faces on a permanent moon to avoid being type cast as surrogate c***s
But there is no treatment for American gloom, so I'm taking my reverbering room and I'm gone far
With the money and sheet music and discarded doodles
The company they work for cut spending, bringing all [?] to abrupt ending
But if you think it's me you're up-ending
We could be grinding even if it's gut wrenching
And we're on one
Like we're knee deep in drug-vending, f*** lemmings whose love spending gives us the best things
Like a [?] s***e suit [???] gave me a cute pet-name
Now I'm being targeted by jet-plane
Because I'm so m************ subversive
With excessive panache I'm dressed in a sash
My name is a number, an X and a dash
Embedded in mass who stole(?) all the savings and had s** with the cash
[Bridge]
As far as these lives, we get one each
And then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap
But all these mistakes tend to cut deep
I swear I can hear you die just a little bit in the
[Hook]
Upsweep
[Verse 2]
Dangling in a thread of my temporal lobe
I thrust my fist up life's spread(?) gold nose
Then walked around [???]
It wasn't for embezzled gold
It was just for you and you and you
Don't propose a toast for unusual hosts
Used in musical notes to fuel the U-Boats
(you p*****)
All the credit inside your checking account
Sits in a mechanized s**less mouth
And getting it back, boy, the pressure mounts
So you're having a stroke and the medic's en route
This is the ending
I was showing n***** that I had exquisite taste
Now I'm locked out of all of my vivid scapes
And the capital gains is a Christian faith
Of the living apes, staying in debate
Or leading happy lives that we have to live
But we still do it, eating [?], building swing sets from dragon ribs
All the internet chatter is a by-product of my madness
Turning me into a vapid and glib capitalist pig
I didn't notice until now that a shoe's a phone
For what [?] any tycoon would atone(?)
But for me to find money I need to get a dune combed
Because I'm so m************ self-destructive
I'm caressing a rash from a decadent past
My judgment calls are sick and [?]
I'm rendered in ash when I [?] the [?]
[Bridge]
As far as these lives, we get one each
Then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap
But I can't afford all the upkeep
I swear I can hear myself die just a little bit in the
[Hook]