The Misguided Rebellion of a Doormat
from Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody by Dr. Mindflip
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lyrics
Thomas walks outside into the blinding San Francisco sunlight, determined to pursue this better vision of himself.
The boy remains, tormented by visions.
My life is running away from me
Faster than the eye perceives
That I’m just a half-assed montage
The years are running away again
I sold them to grey gentlemen
With wrinkles made of cigarette ash
No-one can stop these feet
They’re driving a hole in the street
Where I’ll make my mark
See the difference in me
So charming, alarming
Out here I’m the star I was born to be
Those parasitic somnambulists
I wonder how they’ll handle this
Their benevolent well has run dry
What am I? Some kind of charity?
Well…Kris R owes a favour to me
After all, who got anywhere by being a nice guy?
Wondering “why is this happening to me?”
I’ll separate the chaff from the wheat
And kill what’s left of this neurotic, this desperate
Split personality
I’m gonna get what’s coming to me
Cos the money shot’s inside of my box
Now it’s time to unlock it and see
The relentless amble concludes back at the apartment. Thomas follows, as the man creeps upstairs. Thinking that he is alone, Thomas' double pulls a box from under his bed. Inside it, a brand new gun and a stack of paper, clumsily stapled together.
The shadows thicken, as the two hidden objects blur and flicker, a noxious odour of blood and gunpowder fills the air.
The man shuts the box, shaking his head. No…no…not just yet…
No-one can stop these feet
They’re driving a hole in the street
Where I’ll make my mark
See the difference in me
So charming, disarming
Out here I’m the star I’m born to be
The scene is grisly, from the flaming shell, they cut him, pull him, back from hell.
But lying on the sidewalk cracks, he sinks yet further
Fade to black.
The boy remains, tormented by visions.
My life is running away from me
Faster than the eye perceives
That I’m just a half-assed montage
The years are running away again
I sold them to grey gentlemen
With wrinkles made of cigarette ash
No-one can stop these feet
They’re driving a hole in the street
Where I’ll make my mark
See the difference in me
So charming, alarming
Out here I’m the star I was born to be
Those parasitic somnambulists
I wonder how they’ll handle this
Their benevolent well has run dry
What am I? Some kind of charity?
Well…Kris R owes a favour to me
After all, who got anywhere by being a nice guy?
Wondering “why is this happening to me?”
I’ll separate the chaff from the wheat
And kill what’s left of this neurotic, this desperate
Split personality
I’m gonna get what’s coming to me
Cos the money shot’s inside of my box
Now it’s time to unlock it and see
The relentless amble concludes back at the apartment. Thomas follows, as the man creeps upstairs. Thinking that he is alone, Thomas' double pulls a box from under his bed. Inside it, a brand new gun and a stack of paper, clumsily stapled together.
The shadows thicken, as the two hidden objects blur and flicker, a noxious odour of blood and gunpowder fills the air.
The man shuts the box, shaking his head. No…no…not just yet…
No-one can stop these feet
They’re driving a hole in the street
Where I’ll make my mark
See the difference in me
So charming, disarming
Out here I’m the star I’m born to be
The scene is grisly, from the flaming shell, they cut him, pull him, back from hell.
But lying on the sidewalk cracks, he sinks yet further
Fade to black.
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from Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody,
released February 14, 2018
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