Weird Times

Lyrics

Weird times
 She radiated haute couture
 Fancy machinery and free literature
 Yet I knew something was not quite right
 Disregarding that, what was there not to like?
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Destination unknown
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Futurism is the loneliest job
 The meter got to melting
 The auditor screamed
 Your thetan levels are far too extreme
 She ran the numbers
 There was no mistake
 You don't belong here
 You must be from out of state
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Destination unknown
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Futurism is the loneliest job
 I'm in the mood for technological innovation
 The likes of which humanity has never seen
 I'm in the mood for big time cosmic revelation
 The likes of which would make
 You think more highly of me
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 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Destination unknown
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Futurism is the loneliest job
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Destination unknown
 Weird times
 Maximum full blown
 Weird times
 Futurism is the loneliest job
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:09
Key
11
Tempo
96 BPM

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