[Verse 1]My misophonia brought the faders upNow she's a military grade in Dolby SurroundAround 5.1, cue the barking from the baritoneConductor in the pit for the car honk duetHalf-tone harmony from the sewerRebel youth choir belt phrases even newerDump truck man drops the beat with trash cansCall 911, we got therapy demandsPhilharmonic got a first chair car crashPan the falsetto to smash the glassIt's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worseA melody abandoned in the key of New York[Chorus]Where nothing comes afterI'm a passtime streamer, hanging from the raftersI don't get out, I don't have funLiving like a captive of the sun[Verse 2]I sight read the chart, clap the rocks into sandA 12-pass van on a pot-hole band standGot an oil can hangover by defaultAnd trucks pave the roads with amphetamine saltSkull shaking cadence of the J train rollsRhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulseMarching on and static, lyrics shout a retortTo the melody abandoned in the key of New York[Chorus]Where nothing comes afterI'm a passtime streamer, hanging from the raftersI don't get out, I don't have funLiving like a captive of the sun
