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There's a man with a chainsaw Standing out in my yard He says he's just trimmin' trees But he's clearly trying too hard And a chevy suburban With the government plates And an idling engine While I'm planning my escape Good luck with whatever Whatever awaits Whatever endeavors I'm sure you'll do great I'm cutting the tele I'm cleaning the air Good luck with whatever I really don't care My crystal ball television The sacred voice of the grid Asking rhetorical questions About where the bodies are hid The guillotine and the camera We all pretend to ignore All of the soldiers collectin' What the collector is using them for Letras de cancionesGood luck with whatever Whatever awaits Whatever endeavors I'm sure you'll do great I'm cutting the tele I'm cleaning the air Good luck with whatever I really don't care The silhouette of my neighbors Staring deep in their pheons They said they'd be in Honduras But there's clearly somebody home I'm still not learning my lesson Despite having every excuse How all of my biggest fears Are the same ones that never come true Good luck with whatever Whatever awaits Whatever endeavors I'm sure you'll do great I'm cutting the tele I'm cleaning the air Good luck with whatever I really don't care Good luck with whatever I really don't care Good luck with whatever I really don't care From Letras Mania