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Murphy's World

from Subject is Subjective by Pastel Motel

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These days are so strange like a map, where nothing’s at
These days there are stains that we’ve left within our nest
And you know that it makes me sick.

These days it’s all the same, it’s a place for first race
These days we just stay in a hole we probably stole
Why don’t you come out, open those eyes

Morals just quarrels from one to the next
Following blindly as we read between the text
It’s like a swirling hurling roller coaster we can’t escape
We are the beast beneath our feet I fear that it’s too late.

These days are so deranged like a noose with no use
These days we try to gain from the hate that’s on our plates
You just keep shoveling it in.

These days we’re to blame for the shit we’re in again and again and again...
These days it’s insane, like this tomb with no room.
But those people line up outside

Morals just quarrels from one to the next
Following blindly as we read between the text
It’s like a swirling hurling roller coaster we can’t escape
We are the beast beneath our feet I fear that it’s too late.

It’s a swirling, hurling roller coaster, going up and down
A circus in reverse, yeah we entertain the clowns.
The lion dying as we’re multiplying all around
This is hell on earth, turn that smile upside down.

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from Subject is Subjective, released December 14, 2013
Vocals, Lyrics, Composition, Guitar: Ricky Maxey
Backup Vocals, Guitar: Ryan Maxey
Bass: Erik Maxey
Drums: Jerry Gamez

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Pastel Motel is an alternative band from the Pacific Northwest.

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