Can I fix this moral strabismus
So I can finally mind my own business?
Solid, solid, solid, solid maybe
Do I build cities, build roads and settlements
Or do I just succumb to the elements?
Solid, solid, solid, solid maybe
Maybe
Alas, catastrophizing
Won’t make the choosing easier, easier
Robbers don’t read
Readers, they say, do not rob
So unlock your doors
Strew your books around like a slob
A slight sleight- of-hand and perception
Do I bite bite at your planned misdirection?
Solid, solid, solid, solid maybe
The shot pans from me to the anchor
Could that shot be any point blanker?
Solid, solid, solid, solid maybe
Maybe
Alas, catastrophizing
Won’t make the choosing easier, easier
Robbers don’t read
Readers, they say, do not rob
So unlock your doors
Strew your books around like a slob
Robbers don’t read
Readers, they say, do not rob
So unlock your doors
Strew your books around like a slob
Lauren London - additional vocals
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