1+1=13 Songtext
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1+1=13 Songtext
Scum of the earthly
I plug into the one plus one equals thirteen
Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows
They saw the circle as law, and poking at serpents in skulls
Working a curious beat
He′s seeking mercy on his virtuous bones
We see this ain't the type of jury that votes
I know you trying to find a little bit of math in your misfortune
Missing with the supernatural, there has to be some order
There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet in wishbones
Horseshoes over door frames, feng shui, fishbowls
Plant life dies when I bop through the glade
Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames
I′m the worst, crashed out, crown made of black clouds
Troll face rolls snake eyes from a glass house
Passionately wading in a sea of cursed funk
I'm a vacationing Brady with a tiki, surf's up
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
My bed got two wrong sides and a yawning
Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it′s haunting
No causality back the bad juju
It′s active irrationality, brash and a tad cuckoo
Alas, a little superstition stupefy the horde
Treating reasonable norms like warriors to one horse
There is no amount of tormented courts
That would counter the disturbance in the force he endures
Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails
The four leaves fell live from the slime trail
Where luck is a white whale, love is a work of fiction
Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction
Sure as mercy is a myth in all the worlds there ever were
It's an incurious insurgent to an early sepulcher
And that sucks, foxhole crashed
My two lucky socks don′t match, my Hanzo scratched
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
Ayy, when you wish upon a barn star
Deliver us from nyuck-nyuck and hardy-har-har
Deliver shady Lady Luck from the dark arts
She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark
Quick, I'm writing from the plight of the godless
Where pagans swap piety for shinier objects
And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic
Though it hasn′t got us any less divided and cockered
Look, the rock shock still knock on wood, no shame
Still aim for the top of the food... chain
My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six
Every three tries, Satan kinda wins
Untied shoes alive in a wild goose
The winter is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof
Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn'
Turn seven years into seven more, it′s yours
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
I plug into the one plus one equals thirteen
Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows
They saw the circle as law, and poking at serpents in skulls
Working a curious beat
He′s seeking mercy on his virtuous bones
We see this ain't the type of jury that votes
I know you trying to find a little bit of math in your misfortune
Missing with the supernatural, there has to be some order
There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet in wishbones
Horseshoes over door frames, feng shui, fishbowls
Plant life dies when I bop through the glade
Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames
I′m the worst, crashed out, crown made of black clouds
Troll face rolls snake eyes from a glass house
Passionately wading in a sea of cursed funk
I'm a vacationing Brady with a tiki, surf's up
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
My bed got two wrong sides and a yawning
Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it′s haunting
No causality back the bad juju
It′s active irrationality, brash and a tad cuckoo
Alas, a little superstition stupefy the horde
Treating reasonable norms like warriors to one horse
There is no amount of tormented courts
That would counter the disturbance in the force he endures
Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails
The four leaves fell live from the slime trail
Where luck is a white whale, love is a work of fiction
Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction
Sure as mercy is a myth in all the worlds there ever were
It's an incurious insurgent to an early sepulcher
And that sucks, foxhole crashed
My two lucky socks don′t match, my Hanzo scratched
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
Ayy, when you wish upon a barn star
Deliver us from nyuck-nyuck and hardy-har-har
Deliver shady Lady Luck from the dark arts
She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark
Quick, I'm writing from the plight of the godless
Where pagans swap piety for shinier objects
And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic
Though it hasn′t got us any less divided and cockered
Look, the rock shock still knock on wood, no shame
Still aim for the top of the food... chain
My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six
Every three tries, Satan kinda wins
Untied shoes alive in a wild goose
The winter is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof
Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn'
Turn seven years into seven more, it′s yours
If anybody out there, show me a sign
(Or maybe shots to the mind, see)
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
(You tell me about a bad dream)
We load our bows, we close our eyes
(But they could have been something
Me, me, me, me)
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