Hickey Avenue
Endless Parade of Identical Days
Lyrics
We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We frequently engage in conversations in unimpressive cars, eateries, and low-quality bars.
We ain't trying very hard but we've got that fucking bark
We aren't putting in much effort, but we possess a bold and assertive demeanor.
We talked the talk, packed up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it
We conversed confidently, gathering our belongings where those causing trouble would be affected.
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit
If these troublemakers could hear the insults and sharp responses we deliver.
We talk a lot and now we're feeling fine
We've talked extensively and now feel content.
We talk a lot, yeah, we've got nothing but time
We talk a lot and seem to have plenty of time on our hands.
And baby you don't know what it's like
Expressing that someone lacks understanding or experience of a particular situation.
So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
Let's continue moving forward despite this slow-moving situation.
'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
We've been aimlessly navigating through repetitive and unchanging days.
Nothing changes, it only rots away
No development occurs; everything simply deteriorates.
We talk a lot but no one's listening
We talk extensively without an audience or people paying attention.
We've been over this before
This situation has occurred previously and is recurring.
Now it's happening again
A repetition of past events is taking place.
Now we're squawking with them crows
Now we are loudly talking among ourselves like crows.
We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below
We perch and observe the bustling city from above.
We talk a lot, it's the only thing we know
Talking excessively is the primary activity we engage in.
It's time to ride all goddamn day and night
It's time to travel continuously throughout the entire day and night.
What have you got? I want to melt down with time
Asking about possessing something valuable that could endure with time.
I'm scratching out my insides
Feeling emotionally distressed and trying to cope internally.
So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
Let's continue moving forward despite this slow-moving situation.
'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
We've been aimlessly navigating through repetitive and unchanging days.
Nothing changes, it only rots away
No development occurs; everything simply deteriorates.
What are we doing here? Nothing
Questioning the purpose of being present and realizing it's nothing.
That's what killing me
That lack of purpose is deeply affecting me.
That's what's fucking killing me
Expressing intense frustration about the lack of purpose.
So now we're rolling out of this shitty yellow light
Let's continue moving forward despite this slow-moving situation.
'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
We've been aimlessly navigating through repetitive and unchanging days.
Nothing changes and we've forgotten what this used to be like
No development occurs; everything simply deteriorates, and we've forgotten the past.
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