The slap of the paper, the hiss of the sprinkler, the beep of the coffee machine, the drone in the distance, that says there’s a freeway, the gardeners will soon make the scene cuz it’s Thursday, soon they’ll arrive on the scene. I pick up the paper, I’m spritzed by the sprinkler, inside I take in my caffeine, then I hear the dog door, I know he’s gone out there, to mark and to mess up the scene, they’re illegal, but soon they’ll arrive on the scene.

Our leader’s an actor, who speaks with an accent, who’s able to procure our love.

But life is a movie, out here in the valley, what else were we all thinking of?

The clack of a skateboard resounds in the valley, next door the kid’s starting a band, their morning rehearsal, is making me crazy, the volume is way out of hand, it’s not music, to my ears it’s way out of hand.

Our leader’s an actor, who speaks with an accent, who’s able to procure our love, but life is a movie, out here in the valley, what else were we all thinking of?

The slap of the paper, the hiss of the sprinkler, the beep of the coffee machine, the drone in the distance, that says there’s a freeway, the gardeners will soon make the scene, yes it’s Thursday, soon they’ll arrive on the scene, they’re illegal, to mow-blow then go from the scene.

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Thanks to (Irish) for correcting these lyrics. Apr 29, 2008

Thanks to (Popeyetsm) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 3, 2008