{Verse I}
On the job/thinking about dreams and hopes/
Taking long cigarette breaks/and I don’t even smoke//
Still losing life at a fast food drive-through/
Never go inside/I don’t need to kill time too//
My youth steady/pushing toward progression/
A whole generation raised within a recession//
Bourgeoisie/Please/I won’t pay the fees/
I won’t bow to kings/I won’t drink the tea/nah!//
Provide soil/and I’ll plant that seed/
Provide knowledge/and that man will read//
Chop the serpent’s head/toss the fruit to Eve/
And I’ll defend/Her every right to eat!//
That’s how we nourish/how we flourish/
The whip is clean/never serviced//
Jump in the seat/let’s find a purpose/
And ride out!/making traditionalists nervous//
{Bridge}
Just a melancholy breeze
Roll the windows/blowing trees
Just a melancholy breeze
And it sounds like:
Just a melancholy breeze
And we ride like:
{Verse II}
We can get lost/cherishing the moments/
Collecting our tokens/sparing what’s broken//
Roads we’ve chosen/wind but wide open/
Skies soft-spoken/let the scenic soak in//
The world is what we make/two blue pills in the Matrix/
Bend the spoons we play with//
Truth is/there are no spoons laying/
Zeros and ones/if we think it/then consider it done//
That’s the beauty of us/ain’t it?/
They love the taste/though it’s tasteless//
A man of a million faces/still roaming Earth as if fate exists/
With each/page we script/another century turns//
Pour the galaxy/make it shaken not stirred/
I like a little crazy/I like watching it burn/
Sip a little hazy/shift the whip into reverse!//
{Bridge}
Just a melancholy breeze
Roll the windows/blowing trees
Just a melancholy breeze
And we ride like:
Just a melancholy breeze
Just a Minnesota swing
Just a melancholy breeze
Minnesota Swing
