Drivers in the taxi cabs
People live their roles
Thirty-five cents
Throw it in the toll

They don't know they're payin'
What is stealin' all their food
They're forced into the melting pot
Where they're simmered and brewed

Cause he loves bein' sick
(Cause he loves bein' sick!)
And he looks for a cure
(He love bein' 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 missin'
(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 bein' sick
(Cause he loves bein' sick!)
And he looks for a cure
(He love bein' 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 missin'
(All we are is lunch for the sky...)

I stood back to the countryside
I asked if you'd like to take a ride
My moods come in two stages:
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, ooo! With steak knives
(All we are is lunch for the sky...)

Why can't we be
Jazz musicians?
A little melody will soon be missin'
(All we are is lunch for the sky...)

All we are is lunch for the sky...

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