Buffet Days

The Moon's a little fat man, lazy and trite Creepin twelve feet over Tallahassee tonight With a cheap fake tan that's glowing with a Crisco shine And he's drunk on the cosmic comedic news That Armageddon finally came and it's a total snooze God telling a joke, yea and taking Her time Can't shake the feeling we're the punchline Caught in some freak show Makes ya feel some kind of low Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days Where we once stood But were they really ever all that good? Paint my nails, floss my teeth Overanalyze your life and make something to eat Let that brain train steamroll Right on through your mind Train leaves the station everyday on time Caught in some freak show Makes ya feel some kind of low Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days Son they're long gone Yea the breakfast game is moving on Yea a better morning is coming on