Places, places
Play to the base in crisis (crisis crisis)
Eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize
Nice and gracious
Christ, isn’t it priceless? (priceless, priceless)
Eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize
Behold, the envy of our snow globe
Blue jeans have never looked so red
I’m so impressive
I’m so, I’m so impressive
Conquistador l’dor
Every generation goes to war
Log in, log out, log on, log off
Log in, log out, log on, log off
Conquistador l’dor
Can I get a
Nice life, nice stacks, nice pecs, nice body
Nice life hacks for making Rice Chex less soggy
You’re hella pretty but I smell a Hello Kitty litter
So Hello Tiger, I hear a Geiger Counterfeiter
See mama don’t raise no quitter
Even when I’m in bed with the headaches
I’m sticking it out til the bitter
Gotta watch to the end of the credits
Instead of the thing that I said when I sat at the head of the bed
And I said that the thing to consider
The edited version is better
But you can forget that I said it
Behold the envy of our snow globe
Blue jeans have never looked so red, white, blue
We fight the war, ‘cause we can’t fight the wardrobe
We’ve given up on happy
But we’ll settle for, we’ll settle for
Impressive
We’re so impressive, impressive
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
Going back to Pando
Take some time to heal
I'll wrap myself in his million arms
Show him how I feel, oh
There are troubles all over creation
But Aspen love is real
So I'm going back to Pando
Take some time to heal
I'm going back to Pando
Take some time to heal
I'll wrap myself in his million arms
Show him how I feel
There are troubles all over creation
But Aspen love is real
So I'm going back to Pando
Take some time to heal
But aspen love is real
So I'm going back to Pando
Take some time to heal
Take some time to heal
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
I wake up wound up and wet
And so upset
I’m sweating bullet trains
I must have swallowed Christian Grey
My stomach’s full of high-end knots
And so it’s writ in the stars
And in the entrails
Here’s the name of the beast
No one likes an
Idiot who thinks that she’s happy
Idiots who think they’re happy
Marching off in lockstep
So I play nice
With my gratis advice
Wipe that look
You only think that you’re happy
In the event of a loss of cabin pressure
Or water landing
Please be sure you’re sure to secure
Your own before assisting children
And so the central conceit
It doubles as a
A flotation device
No one likes an
Idiot who thinks that she’s happy
Idiots who think they’re happy
Marching off in lockstep
So I play nice
With my gratis advice
Wipe that look
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
12 million femurs are stacked in the catacombs
Leaving 182 missing bones times
6 million Parisians
Scholars say of the zombie hypothesis
When the Cranberries sing the word, you may tell
It’s just a random thing that they think sounds cool
One thousand years
One thousand years
They can hover
Then they dissipate, disapparate,
Disappear and desert us forever
Haunting is for business left undone
They’re among us to repair some worldly affair and then they move on
So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Hostile forces possess mundane articles
Like a dress or a soda can
Can become rife with acrimony and wailing
But don’t disparage your haunted commodities
Constant terror is tedious, ‘til it’s gone
Leaving just a mansion of lifeless stuff
For a thousand years
One thousand years they can cling
Then they fade away
Fade, fade ‘cause they’ve overstayed
And must abandon the living
Haunting is for errands unresolved
When the spirits make right their corporeal plight, they promptly dissolve
So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Haunting is for business left undone
They’re among us to repair some worldly affair and then they must move on
So every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Every night I go to bed with the fear
I’ll wake up to find the undead are not here
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
