There is music that fat
That is where music is at
All the other music just dies at the music store
Like a TV on its last laugh
Laughing at us
Hurts though it is called music
Music so lost in ghost land
To make it seem as if the bog of moss
Where falling into a pit
Though we hear what we like
The music is full of nothing
Empty as a dirty worn out couch
So soft and soft it sinks you
Into an oil spill
Just like the dirt of money
It has nothing
It is not a joke
Clouds darken each day
Pink Floyd was just okay.
That is where music is at
All the other music just dies at the music store
Like a TV on its last laugh
Laughing at us
Hurts though it is called music
Music so lost in ghost land
To make it seem as if the bog of moss
Where falling into a pit
Though we hear what we like
The music is full of nothing
Empty as a dirty worn out couch
So soft and soft it sinks you
Into an oil spill
Just like the dirt of money
It has nothing
It is not a joke
Clouds darken each day
Pink Floyd was just okay.
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