Everybody Else by Tunnel Rats Lyrics

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[Macho]
Some people live in a mixed up twisted confusion
The music of life is an audio illusion
A fusion of classical acid jazz
And electric guitar battlin' organs of brass
Pipes in the night are as wild as teen violence
Blarin' in Expeditions and low ridin' Impalas
Any song can be played for right amount of dollars
Into the wee hours of the night and as God dims
The light and the music reaches a new height
This is the place where two songs collide
DJ just can't decide on which song of life he'll ride
'Cause when Sunday comes
Marchin' to the beat of a different drum
Dazed from the haze, unable to embrace the revelation
Still writin' the song but never masterin' the full
Orchestration harmonizin' spirit soul and body
That's the key for the right song to be played at the party
Which I call Life which is engulfed by praise
Some songs never get done, just looped and replayed
Looped and replayed
[Outro]
Truth is Christ is real
The truth is Satan's real
The truth is one came to give life, one came to kill
Christ is real, the truth is Satan's real
Which truth do you choose? Which truth do you reveal?