Upjumped
Sleek wrists and fistbumps
A quick lift up done with this dump
Purge your mind in a fiery blaze
As you wave goodbye to your subprime days
Waterfront mindset, time to flaunt
But back on weekends to all the old haunts
The New York Sports Club's your destiny
So on your knees for your enemy
Post-punk, as in done with it all
Not like Mark E. Smith and The Fall
More like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
When the corporate partners take you out to lunch
If you schmooze you lose
You're gonna have to choose
If you can't refuse you gotta change your views
Misuse the news to uphold the ruse
And recuse yourself when they light the fuse
Dignitaries calling for you
But take a second I implore you
Look over the fence before you fly, fly away
Take the bottom out and watch it fall
Cause you can have your piece or you can snatch it all
Black squares and introspection
To take things in a new direction
Look twice, it's the new deflection
Staring down your own reflection
Feels to me like a misdirection
Starving for a course correction
A reconnection, a resurrection
Cause we're perfecting disaffection
I've been trying for days
But I can't drive it away
Got you working overtime to fill the spaces in your mind
