Lunch For The Sky

Lunch For The Sky - Socratic

Drivers in the taxicabs People live their roles

Thirty-five cents

Throw it in the toll

They don＇t know they＇re paying what＇s stealing their food

They＇re forced into the melting pot where they＇re simmered and brewed

＇Cause he loves being sick but he looks for a cure (He loves being sick )

You can call this sane

You can call this eccentric

He marks his books with steak knives

All we are is lunch for the sky

Why can＇t we be jazz musicians

A little melody will soon be missing

All we are is lunch for the sky

Let＇s all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams

I＇m a self-help video with the worst themes

Everything I wanted I was all in a dream

I still wasn＇t much or was that just how I seem

＇Cause he loves being sick but he looks for a cure (He loves being sick )

You can call this sane

You can call this eccentric

He marks his books with steak knives

All we are is lunch for the sky

Why can＇t we be jazz musicians

A little melody will soon be missing

All we are is lunch for the sky

I stood back to the countryside

Asked if you＇d like to take a ride

My moods come in two stages

Of God-awful and contagious

I can＇t tell you what i want to say

The city digested yesterday

But death is not the end it is the cure

You can call this sane

You can call this eccentric

He marks his books no with steak knives

All we are is lunch for the sky

Why can＇t we be jazz musicians

A little melody will soon be missing

All we are is lunch for the sky

All we are is lunch for the sky