212 Point 9
By nerBeater on May 3, 2026 1:51 am
212 Point 9
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A dropout of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
So maybe you'd think to take
Your trike to work, now pedal
Pedal, earn your medal, clerk
Don't even remember "what a strike"
Swipe that smirk right off your screen
What can you glean from the mirror
Mirror, on the wall, which nation
Likeliest to fall, which station
Unlikely to remember the call
Not trying to be a jerk but the gas-<
Gas prices-- are what I'm referring
Responsibilities I'd like to shirk
Don't mind the sharks, in the sea,
Or writing the C++, what could be better
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A dropout of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
So maybe you'd think to take
Your tribe to work, feel better
Than doublePlusUnGood, just Saiyan
Not Super-Sane, that B.. Supra-good
Not hyper-bad, have you ever been
To Hyderabad? I've heard of a place
A place, before? Where did it go?
Right out the window? What to do? What do you
Mean by you, though? Is that me, or
A group, 'cos all of you claim to be one
Are you individuals, or singular, or plural
What the bleep are you? and you're screaming
About them? Don't worry about them
They have a plan, and they're figuring it out
212.9 cents a litre yesterday, I'm never leaving
214.9 cents a litre today, we're never learning
'Ere today, gone tomorrow, you still leaning?
Ever heard an idiom, like licking a lead horse?
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A dropout of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
So maybe you'd think to take
Your trike to work, pack mule
Hoarse, the voice, complaining like an ass
It's just gas, a little bloat of gas, a tiny pool
Of fossil waste, a bit of carbon sink, we packt
Put it in its place, we should leave it underground
Can you breathe in a room of 90 percent plus
Carbon dioxide, I don't recommend that math
Calculate, like in a garage with a dripping tailpipe
I hope you're not thinking that way out
Think of taking clean air way in, as life makes-
Creatures took a billion years, minus fear
To take a couple percent O2, to about what
We got, we got so much to breathe, haaaa
Life keeps O2 on the brink, keeping us
Animals into leaping, deep diving, high flying
What brink? The fire, O2 burns the gas
Remember, Man, Prometheus, yeah right, ass
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A dropout of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
So maybe you think it's fake
Our fate to burn the ground amass
Drop the sass now, completely, be free
Or stick to your NO2 point.. (oh, oh)
Don't worry about me, I take the bus
I'm never leaving Canada again (not bad)
Hyper-bad? Supersaiyan? Just saying
This ain't Newspeak, you might be feeling
A little bleak, 'cos civilization's reeling
Looks like approaching a peak
Peek out your door, roll up the window
Rise to the zenith, the maximum effort
Awareness, not Looks-maxxing, not reels
I refer to keeping it real, the old school knew
New slang gets slung, I mean since
About 2001, I've picked up a new one, or two
Like I gotta say, at least 6-7 choice slimes
Oh gosh, did someone's nerve just cellular
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A dropout of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
Maybe you won't hang up
Defend the receiver (that's you)
Just cell signals, there are no complaints
Forget the way to heaven off a cliff drive
Hell with confusion and pain and the drain
My brain is real and so are my choices
You can reconcile, but not economics
I mean with truth, sit there, mistake a TIN
Man...
Stop at a cowardly Line, with that other one,
Who are you scared of, do you remember?
When, where, anyway? If you are unaware
My references predate the existence
Of my own physical rhyme, I had the somatics
I've been shaking to a New Beginning since
1995, when it actually happened, if you forgot
It's okay, cos you actually remember in the way
I really mean, you have to glean the moves
In my legs as my feet shift into the groove
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
A drop out of a history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
A day, in the price hikes
Maybe ours life can get saving
It's great that I can help you, mom, we can turn it
Up, the music, loud, shake it, the vacuum
Cleaner is loud, but love should be louder
We can sing and cry and clean up the mess
I won't confess anything, it' be idempotent
I've laid it all out, what effin' closet?
Close the stereo cabinet, please
Let's keep moving this dust out
What about tomorrow?
I'm just a monkey made of money
Drop out of the history tree
Landless in World War Trinity
I could give you my 2 cents
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