Text: Sloppy Meateaters. Conditioned By The Laugh Track. So It Goes.

Billy Billy unstuck in time
Suffocating this soul of mine
Mass communicate. What could I say?
What could I say? You wouldn't understand me anyway

I don't like how you're running things
but I got no solution

So it goes
claim the alien
Trafalmadorian, turn around love yourself

Wormholes in my odyssey
Reality. There is no absolute reality
I deprogrammed the cultural context
I was born into without my consent

so it goes