©2016 Chris Pendergraft
words, music, performance, and cover art by
Chris Pendergraft
Uptown man
never really
gave a damn
no bones at all
just a film flamm man
What you need son?
I got it
I got all the shiny things
shiny things
I got all the shiny thing
shiny things
What do we
even know
at the end
of the day
we’ve been
lost in
market speak
and we’re
running out
of run way
If we really need
all the
shinny shinny things
Then we may
have to choose
between them
and breathing
Lizards and Androids
Oversized deltoids
Corruptionon a cosmic scale
Wizards with backpacks
Bus driving sleestacks
I just took a ride
on a flying squirrel
Where is the outrage
Of the unpaid interns
As thier bosses expense
all the strippers’ tuition
but nothing else changes
when strange is the normal
We’ve all got our secrets
When We all live sedated
