Floob - Analog Brain

I'd like an analog brain that I could take for a ride
They say the TV ate the boy and the boy lives inside

Start on your resignation if you want your soul
Avoid the confrontation
Their food is on the table and your mind is gonna blow
R o o t s t o v e i n s v e i n s t o w i r e s
Pinpoint your destination if you own your soul
Destroy procrastination
Your food is on the table and your mind is on the road
R o o t s t o v e i n s, v e i n s t o w i r e s

I can't believe this is the end of a never ending road
Directional suspension
Your food is on the table waiting for you to come home
R o o t s t o v e i n s, v e i n s t o w i r e s

Written by:
Jonathan Lee, Michael Hanks

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