Текст (слова) песни: Modest Mouse - The Stars Are Projectors

In the last second of life, theyre gonna show you how
How they run this show, sure, run it into the ground
The stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin our lives down to this planet Earth
The stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin our minds down to this planet Earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin our lives down to this planet Earth
Its all about moderate climates
You gotta be cold and be hot for sure
Its all about the moderate climates
You wanna be blessed and be cursed for sure
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin our lives down to this planet Earth (x2)
Everyone wants a double feature
They want to be in their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin our lives down to this planet Earth
Youve got the harder part, Youve got the kinder heart
And its true
Ive got the easy part, Ive got the harder heart
Aint this true
Right wing, left wing, chicken wing
Its built on findin the easier ways through
God is a woman and the woman is
An animal that animals man, and thats you
Was there a need for creation?
That was hiden in a math equation
And thats this?
WHERE DO CIRCLES BEGIN?
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