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john g. mcdaid - into thin air lyrics

there’s people in the streets
and they’re all wearing sheets
each with a pitchfork and torch
all marching together
out to tar and feather
when they’re not p+ssing off the end of the porch
it’s a fable we despise
a catafalque of lies
drawn by a tv billionaire
into thin air

we’re in critical condition
it’s an impossible mission
but we put up a good front
we do all our own stunts
we been hiding underground for months
trying to be two places at once
when we’re not anywhere; we’re gonе
into thin air

we been ambushed by a nation
wherе death is a vacation
hanging by the skin of our t++th
hoping for a rain check
living pay to paycheck
in the gray economy underneath
trying to get to friday
sleeping in the doorways
of a long+ago times square vanished
into thin air
we’re in critical condition
it’s an impossible mission
but we put up a good front
we do all our own stunts
we’re the targets in this witch hunt
trying to be two places at once
when we’re not anywhere; we’re gone
into thin air

there is no contradiction
between the altar of conviction
and the suck of the memory hole
we’re tending our incisions
as we’re tortured by these visions
in the dark night of the soul
watching cain and able
at the kitchen table
playing double solitaire, off
into thin air

we’re in critical condition
it’s an impossible mission
but we put up a good front
we do all our own stunts
locked in countertransference
trying to be two places at once
when we’re not anywhere; we’re gone
into thin air
now’s the time for cunning
gotta hit the ground running
with every gadget in our bag of tricks
a better world is waiting
in the future we’re creating
but we better make it quick
if we wanna dodge disaster
this has to happen faster
before it’s all f+cked beyond repair, lost
into thin air

we’re in critical condition
it’s an impossible mission
but we put up a good front
we do all our own stunts
we been hiding underground for months
locked in countertransference
targets of this witch hunt
f+ck it. let’s just roll up a blunt
trying to be two places at once
when we’re not anywhere; we’re gone
into thin air
into thin air

- john g mcdaid lyrics

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