Modes of Transport
from A Maze of Death by Future Boy and Johnny Cashpoint
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lyrics
We're getting out of here tonight - let's pack for Delmak-O
There's nothing there to fear because at least it is away
Leave transport up to chance, and with a blindfold off we'll go -
Like life, this nose-shaped spaceship, well, it only goes one way.
But while I pack, a man walks up, a man beyond belief
He says the transport that I chose will doubtless take my life
I'm thankful for the information, but I wish that he would leave
For how can I love God when I'm not sure I love my wife?
And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice
I wish that I had courage in my mordant, morbid breath
To tell Him 'please don't interfere,' 'cause I don't want to know -
Whatever mode of transport that my spirit will select
At least will take me to the place that I deserve to go
And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice
There's nothing there to fear because at least it is away
Leave transport up to chance, and with a blindfold off we'll go -
Like life, this nose-shaped spaceship, well, it only goes one way.
But while I pack, a man walks up, a man beyond belief
He says the transport that I chose will doubtless take my life
I'm thankful for the information, but I wish that he would leave
For how can I love God when I'm not sure I love my wife?
And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice
I wish that I had courage in my mordant, morbid breath
To tell Him 'please don't interfere,' 'cause I don't want to know -
Whatever mode of transport that my spirit will select
At least will take me to the place that I deserve to go
And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice
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Future Boy Seattle, Washington
Future Boy has been releasing music on the internet since August, 2003 when he entered his first Songfight.
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