Does it come in cages?
Does it come in threes?
Shipping on our time
Shipping on our seas

Never the carpet
Never the key
Art can fail you
Not for me to believe

And I won't be leavin'
And everyone can see
There's a dirty cheque stub
I know, I know they're free

And from all the fuckups
Lies to its knees
Their heels are burning
So eat a piece or three

But I don't really want to think about those things anymore
No, I really don't want to think about those things
I really don't want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things

Was it central mavens?
Was it making me itch?
The kitchens, the kitchens comes
The future, the future creams

And I'll be sailing
But missing the cheese
Time this hour
So far we're free

And we're all connected
As anyone can see
Get it all connected
Know what I mean?

And they love the doctors
For their shabby knees
I was struck from the outside
Looking for my fleas

But I don't really want to think about those things anymore
I really don't want to think about those things
I really don't want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things

I really don't want to think about those things anymore
I really don't want to think about those things
I really don't want to think about those things anymore
I die when I think about those things

Is it super connected?
It's time to leave

Is it super connected?
It's time to leave

Super connected

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Writer(s): ANDREW WHITEMAN, BRENDAN CANNING, JAMES SHAW, JUSTIN PEROFF, KEVIN DREW