Braindrops - Tropical Fuck Storm

Yeah, rise and shine, you’re fine, man

Even if you’re feeling kinda wonky on your legs

If you’re wondering who woke up, you woke up

We just have not figured out which you yet

You ain’t dreaming, that means what’s not you is beyond you

You’ll see only what it represents

But now you’ve gotta get up

'Cause time is nagging more than ever

Like a dog humping your leg, so get up

Get up, get up, now

Get up, get up, now

(Get up) Get up, get up, now

Get up, get up, now

So get dressed, get out, the worst is over now

You picked an odd time to start feeling strange

And when all’s said and done, you’re just a massive cunt

So stop acting like your problems all jumped out of a cake

The sun is blazing, man, it’s too bright to see

What washed ashore past midnight on Victoria Street

So we’re gonna buy some shades and keep it under wraps

Not making eye contact with Pikachus or money cats

And I remember a time when life was simple like a glass of water

Simple like a glass of water

And now it’s crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

You’re like a snake with its arse up its head, man, stop thinking

It’s enough dealing with this heat and stink

School bus, street pus, the crushed skulls of watermelons

Flowing down a drain the colour of Indian ink

And there Marcel snoozin' after doing some boozin'

Having one them dreams where you’re losing your teeth

He’s sleeping in the door of what was Thy Thy

Snoring 'neath a sign saying it’s up for lease

And then a tram thunders along, going ding-ding-dong

The driver staring through the windscreen in a trance

The hours are way too long, but then the pay is shit

I hear he’s saving all his money for a hair transplant

The hours are long, but

The hours are long, but

The hours are long, but

The hours are very, very long

Look at that gack-head chew, high as a Panzer crew

Some soccer mummy’s introduced him to the pigs

Her horse is higher than a junky’s

But like everybody else here, she’s just buying everything on tic

And there’s Veronica, waiting on blah, blah, blah

He left her filing her nails in the car

Man, beauty got a raw deal, there it ain’t fair

And you can hear it in her laugh, it jars, she’s so unhappy

You’ll find him most mornings ‘neath the grocery awnings

Making sure the only arrests 'round here are cardiac

He’s got your back, he’ll ask you if you’re Jason

Then send your money to some cam-girl up in Seminyak

And I remember a time when life was simple like a glass of water

Simple like a glass of water

But now it’s crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

And there’s the snort of Nguyen’s old Subaru on laughing gas

He says he hasn’t lost a patient yet

He smokes it up around the corner

Where you gave up trying to guess

What goes on in other people’s heads

It’s hard to tell

How far you are from knowing your heart

It’s hard to tell

How far you are from knowing your heart

It’s hard to tell

Under the stars and the sun

You feel it all coming undone

You can pretend it’s a game

Under a brand new pair of shades

You can pretend it’s a game

A pressure drop in your brain

And now we’re gonna buy those shades, we’re coming in to land

And straight away, the man’s proposing that the world is flat

It’s also square and it ain’t going anywhere

Well, we can see it’s full of squares, not gonna argue with that

And now we’re laughing in the window of his old bong shop

Selling cheap shit, sham knock-off handbags brands

And he’s explaining how we’re living in a simulation

So why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

How far you are from knowing your heart

It’s hard to tell

How far you are from knowing your heart

How far you are from knowing your heart

How far you are from knowing your heart

How far you are from knowing your heart

It’s really hard to tell

How far you are from knowing your heart

How far you are from knowing your heart

How far you are from knowing your heart