My Mind Is For Sale
Jack Johnson"My Mind Is For Sale" is a song by Jack Johnson, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:29 long and contains 50 lines and 311 words.
0:10Well I heard the blinker's on
0:12I heard we're changing lanes
0:14I heard he likes to race
0:19I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
0:24Are always in bad taste
0:29And I heard that Monday's just a word we say
0:32Every seven times around
0:34And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
0:37Watch those strings go up and down
0:39And the elephant in the room begins to dance
0:42The cameras zoom into
0:44His mouth begins to move
0:47Those hateful words he uses
0:50I don't care for your paranoid
0:56Us against them walls
1:00I don't care for your careless
1:04Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
1:28And all the real estate in my mind is for sale
1:32It's all been subdivided
1:38Divided into reasons why
1:41My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
1:48The residue from the price tag
1:50On the tip of my tongue
1:52Words don't come they go
1:53How many likes I gotta get
1:56Before I know the truth
1:57And the truth is
1:58Season three will be a great reason
2:01To forget all about reality's
2:04A slippery slope
2:05Watch the TV scream and shout it
2:09I don't care for your paranoid
2:13Us against them fearful kind of walls
2:18I don't care for your careless
2:23Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
2:47Now I heard the blinker's on
2:49I heard we're changing lanes
2:51I heard we need more space
2:53I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
2:57It's absurd to believe that we might
2:59Deserve anything
3:01As if it's balanced in the end
3:04And the good guys always win
3:08I don't care for your paranoid
3:12Us against them fearful kind of walls
3:17I don't care for your careless
3:21Me first gimme gimme appetite
3:24With the residue from the price tag
3:26On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
3:29Us against them fearful kind of walls
Well I heard the blinker's on I heard we're changing lanes I heard he likes to race I heard that six or seven words he likes to use Are always in bad taste And I heard that Monday's just a word we say Every seven times around And then we pin the tail on Tuesday Watch those strings go up and down And the elephant in the room begins to dance The cameras zoom into His mouth begins to move Those hateful words he uses I don't care for your paranoid Us against them walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite at all And all the real estate in my mind is for sale It's all been subdivided Divided into reasons why My two opposing thoughts at once are fine The residue from the price tag On the tip of my tongue Words don't come they go How many likes I gotta get Before I know the truth And the truth is Season three will be a great reason To forget all about reality's A slippery slope Watch the TV scream and shout it I don't care for your paranoid Us against them fearful kind of walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite at all Now I heard the blinker's on I heard we're changing lanes I heard we need more space I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste It's absurd to believe that we might Deserve anything As if it's balanced in the end And the good guys always win I don't care for your paranoid Us against them fearful kind of walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite With the residue from the price tag On those two opposing thoughts in my mind Us against them fearful kind of walls
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