The (Not So) Noble Purveyors Of The Third or Fourth Coming - No Trigger

One time was not enough

Fourteen and lost, combing through the jungle sounds

The taste hit buds and got stuck like a desert island citizen

Irony settles the feeling of unease, I mean check it out

There’s a decade on the way

It’s all been done and done again

And like hell am I changing

We got the tools, you got the job

It’s where we both belong

It’s all been done and done again

And like hell am I changing

We got the tools, you got the job

It’s where we both belong

Let’s catch up

We’re wading deep and smiling wide

Pan in water, sifting what we find

We’re not leaving here empty-handed