[Lyric] Soup Or Nova For The Champagne Soul (Sam Rockwell Machete Champion)

I go to the watering hole where my friends get lethargic
Or over a motive
Or turned into shells of their former selves

Weekends in the trash compactors
Routine wretch like miserable actors

Smashed in the booth or up at the bar
Supernovas are degenerate stars

A lot of decisions are left up to fear of boring behavior
So silently stay all the while
The backs of our brains erupt in signals

So, you and me, we are choking
On banter and barstools
Picked off by the vultures

Perpetual culture is shit we could stir in our sleep
So, we walk like zombies
And take our whiskey
It's awful routine, but I suppose it's a living

And the [?] isn't easy, but it makes you feel pretty
And you're well deserving when you've conquered the work we could call [?] and shitty existence

We inch close to our foe friends
And call it a blessing

I go to the watering hole where my friends get lethargic
Or over a motive
Or turned into shells of their former selves

Weekends in the trash compactors
Routine wretch like miserable actors

Smashed in the booth or up at the bar
Supernovas are degenerate stars

Hooray