Retirement Ode Songtext
von Busdriver

The shift used during the seven days in which
Perfect Hair was recorded cost roughly everything
Oh shoot, yeah
Driver
Oh

Hi, I′m Reagan
I don't rap for free
Unless I got a bachelor′s degree
But you knew that, come on
And so you never would admit how sick I've become
This year my pigment's bluer
What am I, a crit from Hoover?
Oh no, it′s a malignant tumor
Oh, I knew it, come on
And so you never would admit how sick I′ve become


This is Perfect Hair by Busdriver
It cost .146 million US dollars to make
The musical accompaniment on tracks 5 through 12 cost 6,000 euros each
The backup singers used on tracks 1
Through 3 cost 3,500 US dollars per take
The studio time at All Home Studios cost half
A million Brazilian reals per lockout session

I'm a frequent flyer
And a decent liar
And that′s a lie in itself
But you knew that, come on
And so you never would admit how sick I've become

I eat my food raw
Grew up bourgeois
Never run the game like a Cuba
But you knew that, come on

And so you′ll never admit how sick I've become
I′m not a cool dad
Not a new fad
Like my daughter's own private enigma, come on
And so she never could admit how sick I've become
I′m dope as fuck
I know what′s up
And I did not blow up
But you knew that, come on

And so you never would admit how sick I always was


Yeah
Let's get ′em
Yeah
Let's go

My clothes are dirty
And I′m over thirty
And you can't quit me cold turkey
But you knew that, come on

It′s about time we've admitted how sick this has become
I'm no one
And everywhere
I only breathe heavy air
But you knew that, come on

Why can′t we admit how sick this has become?
I used to wake up at noon
To punch the moon
And fuck my life in her puncture wound
Come on

Come on