Lunch Break by Texas Textbooks Lyrics

Where’s my golden goblet now I’m thirty two
They only want to celebrate the things you actually do
5 billion minds collapse at once
No plans for the future
No money for lunch

Any last words before you die
Out of office auto reply
Counting the seconds in an open plan hell
Counting other people’s money
Microsoft excel

The jungle steams at dawn it’s full of snakes
Hung in a gallery I visit on my break
Taxonimized tucans
Lined up dead in a drawer
If not on display
What good is nature for

They don’t make getaways
Like they used to now
Fellow traveler nice to see you on the web
Recognized your avatar of Eugene Debs
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime
So I post Adorno memes on company time

The sky is smudged blue like a children’s crayon
Kodak canteloupe at the trail’s end

Let’s hit the road
Get out of the city
Take mundane photos
Like whiteguys in the 60s

They don’t make getaways like they used to
They don’t make getaways like they used to
Napping on the floor underneath a staircase
They don’t make getaways like they used to
Dreamt I was a party girl leaping from a birthday cake
Nobody there to wish me happy Birthday

Trilobites and corkscrew leaves
What will they think of after the anthropocene
Steaming deserts, open plan hell
They’ll use our skulls
As moveable shells