Atmosphere (slug) Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics

Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics

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7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio



The evening is over



Another morning, another opportunity



To do something progressive prove that he's worthy



Up and out the door by 9 O'clock



The sun is shining up and down the block



There's children in the corner waiting for a bus



That will take them to school and exploit their trust



He starts the car, sparks with one crank



It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics



And even though he'd rather own a new import



It's dependible and more important its all he can afford



Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe



Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up



So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely



With the lights out it's less dangerous



At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless



Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time



Oh well whatever nevermind



Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic



Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic



Listening to the road, voice of the nomad



How he'd love to leave drive away never go back



Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning



Alone is when he finally feels like a person



Light another Nat Sherman



Crack the window, feel the wind blow



Serenity tenfold



God bless whoever invented sunglasses



And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs



Objects are closer than they appear 



Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to



Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle



It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people



So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop



His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot



Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality



He's a loner gotti, he's a rebel



He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow



Thinking about how he can leave this city



Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flier



Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC



And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV 



Either way tomorrow will be just like today



And that's all it takes to make the change



He loves to drive more than he loves being alive



And this town doesn't even know his real name







It goes bye bye Miss American Pie



Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order



If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed



Maybe then he could have grown to exist



(repeated till the song fades)