The Grammar Club - Plastic Submarine Lyrics
I took cutie for a ride in my death cab, scratch thatSorry man. That was handled by another indie bandThen they blew up and reality shiftWhen you talked about success, did you really talk about this?Did you even know this plane exists?I don't think you can handle thisI grew up in a story book that I could writeCity hotter than Tabasco on some dynamiteDo anything to hear my momma say that she was proud20 years later felt like I could run entire townsI was put on Earth so I could entertain the massesSo for me it was easy justifying skipping some classesAnd I never no freakin' stinkin' badgesReality is brokenand that’s without a doubtA disconnect between what youput in and you get outBitterly,divided we,press on and on and onI brought my plastic ball so that you all can sing along(The) world will only distract me from my great workthat’s why I built this plastic submarineyou’re sharper than anyoneput your sleeping pills awayand your good ideas will tuck you in at nightWhen I created in a vacuum I was so freshSo clean, I sparkled any track that I blessedPeople drove for miles yo just to say they saw meI never thought all this could happen from a hobby, kidAnd did it go to my head? Of course it did.My favorite band broke up and I still can't get over itBecause they helped me get over, there's still so much I oweNow when I leave for town there's only 20 peeps at the showAnd that's a get. How did it come to this?Liberty and justiceare trivial pursuitsMy game is entertainment,and I’m seeking new recruits.So, Why don’t you do what you want to do, while you still can?We all plastic suits so that you can’t tell who’s a man![chorus]Power corrupts youBut we don’t know about that.I heard you were voodooNow we’ve cometo collect your ass.you might have littered the landscape with dishonest promisesreleased under the ocean on your own reconnaissanceanonymous, covered up in hardened up petroleumlaying lowly when the sonar pings. the ball is rolling thento anywhere, independent oxygenthe onboard cabinet resplendent with intoxicantthe talk you meant to share is echo from the hulland the clicking of the instruments resurges every lullevery bowl every glass every bubble every breathdescend until you're out of ocean, nothing leftshould've guessed your contraption was gonna need windingstaring out the window into darkness like you need remindingdesigned for finding distraction from the vastnessof the surface world and its open-air harassmentsrotate the gas vents, fish flow inyou've been working on it too long, let it beginHi!Thirty thousand leagues of solitude, amplitudepumped up to eleven, find my latitude and longitudemy first love is my distraction and my inspirationsubmarine here to facilitate our dominationit doesn't matter if I'm rocking an entire fleetif I can only average like a single lyric every weekthat's super weak hat, and you don't deserve thattrack be like Jon Jones, catch an elbow and I'm on the matforever how it feels like, maybe I'll be alrightwatch my muse get all amused, I try to get the flow rightpull another all night like getting your degreethis my thesis and it's just about as worthless as can behow my heroes ever do it? and why can't I do the same?it's like I'm lacking crucial elements and system in my brainBut coordinates are locked. telescoping to the topwe sunk another battleship while Isaac tops me off, what?and we dive diveand we dive dive
