Lyrics of
Santa Fe

New York City! (uh huh.) Centre of the universe. (sing it, girl)
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)
It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"
N/C
Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of gradin' papers, that I know.
I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary so
Alright. Now that I got the verse covered, I can honestly say the the bass riff in the
You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy
When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)
You're a sensitive aesthete, Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum, I can seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.
ok. Another verse successfully over with. Let's try not to let me ramble too much again,