deadbeat deadpan ft. vocals by smith-corona sterling manual typewriter Lyrics

Your karmic reference

Just say it--he's a deadbeat. slight

Turn reticent, you know its

Condemnation. Now silent judgement

Now thinking of his past again

Now get away, you're uncomfortable

Now your train of thought dissipates

Now reflect and self-compare

Reassure moral hierarchy and exhale

Your beebee-sized hail does not

Fall with enough force to crack the surface, his or mine