Muse

Boss man mania, monkeys got the blues
Everybody's chilling out someone stole the news
Something's always telling me
Im better off being a muse

Beatnik radio as we listen to the stereo
Breathe it in and there you go
The sounds of breaking silence
As you watch the falling snow

To the show, who is really listening
Are we truly glistening
Someone is telling stories
But I was caught up in the haze
how could it be true
Is there a life beyond waiting for you
What would you do
If they came for you

Chilling, checking it out
I feel the need to scream and shout
But it seems the words were frighten
And I couldn't get them out

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