The Hunt for Rad Oktoberfest

Back to Back we're standing arms at sides And otherwise there's forty thousand clicks Between our visages and several seas If you're at all receptive to this plaintive missive Then I bid you set your heels to rest Cock an ear and listen It seems The only constant in the neverending sea of faces Is sense of missed potential and misplaced intentions There's a horde of silent things That claw beneath the skins of kinfolk Stressed in lamentations of those things They think they should have been But I'm here to tell you that You're the most stupendous thing I've ever seen I might just only be chords and a melody But I'm an authority So just Crop your share They'll try and tell you Tend your garden Mind your beeswax Keep your head down Man the tiller And then Life's Not Fair They'll try and tell you When the cistern's overflowing With the things they say in piety There's a big old list of reasons Why you shouldn't stick your neck out Playing good Samaritan to Those who'd never help you back But best in opposition is the is the anger That it seems to stoke in folks Who set the yokes upon our shoulders Work our stretching racks Well, I've got neverending stamina Let's take flight across Pangea fractured Madly by tectonic machinations cracking Sons asunder wand'ring why their wanderlust is rumbling As they're dumbly stacking shelves To fund their hunts for rad Oktoberfest But I'm here to tell you that You're the most stupendous thing I've ever seen This random amalgam of carbon and helixes That ties its own shoelaces And Yet You're not up to much they're sneering Seeing failure in their tea leaves They're misreading it's misleading Cos you're Quite spectacular yer bastards And I bloody loves the lot of you I mean that quite sincerely And Yet You're not up to much they're sneering Seeing failure in their tea leaves They're misreading it's misleading Cos you're Quite spectacular yer bastards And I bloody loves the lot of you It's not a ruse I mean that quite sincerely