[Lyric] Particle (Daddy Bruce Lee)

Every quark is a sacred hunk
In a big blue storeroom
Stacked up to the lights full of junk
That's why I have a tendency to see
Double oneness when I'm drunk

One particle floating around in an empty space
He knows nothing but the face
Of the one that is like him

And a stick in the arm will make you write like a genius
And a belt above your elbow might make you feel chic
But one particle is tongue and cheek

And deep somewhere in the back of the lounge
Sits a lyricist
He is accomplished
But he is pissed
Because he knows he should be doing more
And he sees fifty little futures
In his bowl of Cheerios
And his patience is rented
And due back like his videos
One particle just can't be sure
Politics is just a way to pass the day
When you're deciding if you're straight or gay
I've always hated how complicated sex was anyway
Religion is a fair-weather friend
A doomsday threat with a prize at the end
That's why I never follow anyone
For very long my friend

One tiny motionless piece of mass
At the top of a bridge
She is abandoned but just a smidge
Because her massiveness refuses to move
And she's a lonely sort of soul
Even though she's mostly extroverted
And she hates to have to stab in the back
And actually make it hurt
One particle can always catch a groove

Politics is just a way to pass the day
When you're deciding if you're straight or gay
I've always hated how complicated sex was anyway
Religion is a fair-weather friend
A doomsday threat with a prize at the end
That's why I never follow anyone
For very long my friend
One candid professional perversion of one
Tries to dress up like none
And happiness is confused with fun
And the pressure seems to cease to exist
And he's quicker than the people
Who make him grit his teeth
Beneath is a free analogy
That completes his numerology
See one particle's hand is too often a fist

Politics is just a way to pass the day
When you're deciding if you're straight or gay
I've always hated how complicated sex was anyway
Religion is a fair-weather friend
A doomsday threat with a prize at the end
That's why I never follow anyone...

And lyricism is just a crutch
An excuse to bitch
For people who think too much
That's why I never hunt down anything
That's understood as such