Текст песни Everybody's Fine - Skyzoo
Celebratory
moments
of
a
glass
or
a
bottle
in
the
air
Or
a
flask
and
a
shotti
with
a
flare
And
the
bag
coming
out
when
one
appears
Or
the
flash
of
a
body
in
the
stairs
And
the
crash
of
a
lobby
in
despair,
Or.
moments
where
you
getting
patted
on
the
ground
That
then
turn
into
badges
on
the
ground,
And
the
irony
of
reversing
a
role
where
whenever
they
roll
Bet
that
they
know
that's
whatever
for
them
now,
'Cause
now
is
a
scene
where
a
stream
is
interrupted
By
conclusion
jumping
and
dumping
into
a
seat
Where
a
dream
is
sitting
in
overdrive
so
taking
over
the
drive
Turns
into
12
acquitting
the
Screams,
or
12
acquitting
what
they
believe,
Until
they're
in
the
crowd
banking
on
what
another
12
perceives
Or
celebratory
moments
of
a
scale
being
off
to
the
left
So
you
cop
and
get
more
than
you
expect
And
the
rest
goes
off
to
the
cost
of
looking
like
you're
involved
So
you
back
to
spending
more
with
your
connect,
Connecting
like
interlocking
the
latch
When
a
latch
key
is
cocking
it
back
Knowing
a
latch
leads
to
how
to
react,
And
the
reaction
is
counter
react,
It
gets
complicated
like
confiscating
the
lottery
back,
It
comps
a
way
in
like
finding
a
pack,
Or
it
comps
a
weigh
in
like
you
was
conned
into
buying
it
back,
Back
tracking
to
the
moments
that
inspired
the
toast,
To
the
half
gallon
of
Henny
for
supplying
you
hope,
Til
you're
back
to
backing
the
semi
from
inside
of
your
coat,
Either
that,
or
standing
on
the
other
side
of
the
scope,
Or,
it's
a
celebration
of
being
nowhere
near
where
that
aim
is,
Trigger
fingers
turn
to
quotations,
Same
fingers
boxing
you
in
will
leave
you
vacant,
Round
of
applause
down
the
hall
for
all
your
patience,
Or
you
in
a
hall,
up
on
the
wall,
With
department
of
corrections
Letters
hovered
up
over
where
your
name
is,
Or
you
by
the
door,
cap
and
gown
to
the
floor,
8 years
of
proof
hovered
up
over
where
your
name
sits,
Draw
you
to
the
crown,
they
sell
it
to
you
as
weightless
And
charge
you
to
sit
on
their
wait
list,
Then
you
fast
forward,
private
parking
the
Porsche,
open
the
doors
To
a
round
of
applause
down
the
hall
from
all
your
patients,
Fists
in
the
air
over
mistakes,
or
fists
in
the
air
over
the
jakes
Being
vision
impaired
holding
a
tre,
And
that
tre
pound
lift
up
the
fear
from
out
his
face
And
you
vision
impaired
over
a
wake,
For
the
face
that
the
jakes
pinned
as
being
a
nigga
So
he
gives
him
everything
that
he
thinks
a
nigga
should
take,
And
you
ask
him
how
he
spell
it
and
he
responds
"Please
make
up
your
mind,
You
niggers
is
either
niggers
or
you
ain't",
All
black
everything,
Bobby
Seale
fit
with
a
tre
While
I'm
untwisting
my
chains,
Celebratory
moments
of
a
glass
or
a
bottle
in
the
air
Or
a
flask
and
a
shotti
with
a
flare
And
the
bag
coming
out
when
one
appears
Or
the
flash
of
a
body
in
the
stairs
And
the
crash
of
a
lobby
in
despair,
Recalled
by
the
store
til
the
morn'
while
you
borrowing
a
square
And
they're
watching
what
you
hear,
but
everybody's
fine...
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