DISCOGRAPHY - "INTAKES" - LYRICS

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In his fourteenth minute of fame he cried
I have something more to say
But the audience was heckling now
Guess that’s the price you pay

And when six met half a dozen there
They both looked quite confused
But the one thing though that wasn’t clear
Was which one do I choose

And it’s more and more like a turning door
Like a chain reaction forming
And it’s everywhere, floating in the air
While the atmosphere keeps warming

He realized on election night
What it was that got his goat
The candidate he disliked most
Had just won by one vote

And it’s more and more like a turning door
Caught in perpetual motion
And it’s everywhere, floating in the air
And the voyeurs love commotion

The founding fathers of this place
Could not have seen this coming
Two hundred fifty million souls
All with their engines running

And it’s more and more like a turning door
Like a chain reaction forming
And it’s everywhere, floating in the air
While the atmosphere keeps warming