Armwrestling Atlas chords by Mathas
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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We We watched
our kittens
build their coffins
Filled with love, lost luck,
it's how they fresh paint pine
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We watched them for hours at a time
That same horrid little pocket
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managed all the fresh rab
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bit in a Wesco bine
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The same little sordid swell
And the march of older penguin suits
Re -root with every tone
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Bringin' in the sun
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Without question
Just singin' along
Reposition the meek efficiency
The beacon calling all deceived
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goes home
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To a few chips scattered
with the pinecones
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To a bit of cuddle scuttled
up the bankside
With the pushing sands of
clan hands
Abandoned by their brothers
who approximated fluctuating shame
Plucked the scabs up off their hate,
making races congregate
In this hemisphere the fuss
is plus and tenfold
On the rigors of the atmosphere
the mass appeal
Elapsed to a premonition of days
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where these waves won't graze
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And the ants all single file
back to the mound
Podiums of meerkats
to chinwag and praise
They'll be ganderin' the geese
in bikini -clad fleets
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And 42 degrees on
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Cottesloe Beach
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Gravel streets lead the flock,
flappin' on a hot coal
Smackin' on each other
or whoever's in reach
We're the vultures,
looking for a culture
Hustling the food court,
peacocking, licking lioness paws
Or, picking off the ticks, even or,
giving raw meat caught
to their pick of the litter -made lord
We're the rats, darl,
their whole little life in a skit bit
Picking up the scraps from
the tupperware coast,
kin plush toy lifestyle,
no qualms at all, forever,
live and never land, out, to the last call
to the last call, to the last call,
to the last call, to the last call
whether roaches live either or,
no matter whether we bake or starve
But fish will still swim well past
All two -legged man -landlords
All collar -cuffed suck -ass narcs
Preen up to the hella -high white lines
Sucked up through rolled -up note
To the polar cell cut snow
For the sake of their own survival
Leach poison to aqua vital
Till the life -form wiped off quick
Sick to death of that arrogant viral
All animals still in tunic
Magnets in a barbed -wire bull -pit
All lords of the pulpit line up
For the name and shame in a glow -go
Kick round like a cat with a wool ball
Be all and end all
Bigger than the finds
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of all the great brains of our time
And a lion who died in their prime
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with the prize of a sad mind
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Or a virus, or a weakness in their bloodline
No medal in their lifetime
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Make plastic, build steel,
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spark carbon, lawn hills
It will still be held up,
may likely bend that trust though
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You're born and whether you like that
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or you got charms and a bracelet
You are still somewhat herded,
your food source did choose you
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Those hands aren't human form,
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no matter how well they're done
Wrestle all you want
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Wrestle all you want
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you
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