Conclusions Songtext
von Buzzard

Not a lotta room left for the trees
Not a lot a room for the honeybees
Not a lotta room for me
Too many humans

Not a lotta room left on the trail
Not a lotta room to inhale
Not a lotta room to scale
Another billion

Not a lotta bloom left on the rose
Not a lotta ice at the north pole
Not enough walls to hold
The rising ocean

Not a lotta space for me to think
Not a lotta bandwidth for a shrink
Not a lotta time to blink
When the back door opens

Down the road, I keep moving
On my own, up the mountain
You can come to your own conclusions


Not a lotta logic. You can see
Nary a clue to the mystery
It was never meant to be
So I reckon

There′s a whole lotte heroin, a whole lotta speed
A whole lotta killer weed
A whole lotta horrible need
For oblivion

Down the road, I keep moving
On my own, up the mountain
You can come to your own conclusions

Make a chart, make a graph
Go ahead, add it up
Do the math
It's us minus them minus you minus me minus her minus him
Divided by the sum, times none

I still got some juice in the engine
A couple few next of kin
A handful of friends within my inner sanctum

We got just one way to stay alive
With infinite ways to die
A whole lotta nothing lies above us
Beckoning


Down the road, I keep moving
On my own, up the mountain
You can come to your own conclusions
You can come to your own conclusions