Arbitrage
Modern Alibi
3:20Well, my feet hit the ground without tying my laces And the train left town without telling the station And I’m trying to lay low, I’m trying to be faceless What I got in the trunk there won’t be a replacement But it’s the system They force you all to listen They influence your mind And they’re blurring all your vision Indecision, crooked disposition Come along, and we’ll free the ammunition Now it’s about time I’ve been feeling this way. I’ve got some dirt on my hands I won’t wash it away Until they catch me, they’ll be up lying awake. Isn’t this a little fast for the interstate? But it’s the system They force you all to listen They influence your mind And they’re blurring all your vision Indecision, crooked disposition Come along, and we’ll free the ammunition.