1997 Lyrics

It was nineteen ninety-seven

Fuck immaculate conception

It was definitely misconception

In the water with the reverend

Tilted back in the cold

I was thinking it was heaven

Until my open eyes adjusted

Then I saw what was coming

Ebb and flow of the snakes

And the ghost's shiny glow

But it didn't have a face

And I couldn't beat the case

Summer thirteen

Started sleeping in on Sundays

So the Devil met my pace

And that came with losing grace

Got ahold of the lettuce, disrespecting

Un-impressing, until I rejected heaven's gates

And my logic was the same, a skeptic asking questions

Ben Frank with electric, trying to channel analgesics

Cause I started feeling pain, since the park and the rain

And the syd got me dead to disassociate my name

So I couldn't give a fuck about the fame or a shit about the game

How the hell do I believe without attachment to my brain?

It was nineteen ninety-seven

Fuck immaculate conception

It was definitely misconception

In the water with the reverend

Tilted back in the cold

I was thinking it was heaven

Until my open eyes adjusted

Then I saw what was coming

Ebb and flow of the snakes

And the ghost's shiny glow

But it didn't have a face

And I couldn't beat the case

Summer thirteen

Started sleeping in on Sundays

So the Devil met my pace

It was Revelations when the impatient up in heaven

Said the martyr was coming down, but he

Stopped, looked around for a second

And he saw what he created was cremated in the ground

Opiate of the masses

Can't continue trapping taxes

If the tithes of the kings

Aren't aligned with the crown

And the serfs of the town

Getting pillaged with religion

Pitchforks without a sound

Holy shit, bring it up, tear it down,

Cycle just takes another round

And a turn for the worst

Watch it burn, make a curse

But now you know how the system works

And who's eating FIRST

So I'd advise with an enterprise, wives, and a castle high

Solidify ya ceilings high, pride that was gentrified

Take the wine and fill it high, raise the bridge and get inside

Make a toast 'cause the outside is still ill-advised

It was nineteen ninety-seven

Fuck immaculate conception

It was definitely misconception

In the water with the reverend

Tilted back in the cold

I was thinking it was heaven

Until my open eyes adjusted

Then I saw what was coming

Ebb and flow of the snakes

And the ghost's shiny glow

But it didn't have a face

And I couldn't beat the case

Summer thirteen, started sleeping in on Sundays

So the Devil got me up now

He's got me up now