OWNER OPERATORS

Laugh

Verse
A mime cracks wise in a fallout zone
A ventriloquist talks to a broken phone
The rubber chicken reads the news
And nobody laughs, but nobody moves
Cracked teeth grinning through the static
Laughter as a reflex semi-automatic
A priest slips on a banana peel
The war goes on behind the wheel
Chorus
Absurdism sleeps in a sequined van
Tragedy sings in a marching band
Metamodern hearts beat out of tune
Sincere as a kite in a bloody monsoon
The joke is still running, it’s got no brakes
We giggle and burn at the same mistake
Verse
Charlie Chaplin’s ghost sells pills
On a talk show beamed from landfill hills
Punchlines stuck in amber glass
We laugh, we choke, we let it pass
The clown’s on fire but keeps his cue
Duct-taped smile in a three-piece suit
A funeral parade with cartoon drums
We mourn with joy until it numbs
Chorus
Absurdism sleeps in a sequined van
Tragedy hums in a hologram band
Metamodern saints spin on a dime
Juggling hope and collapsing time
The joke is still running, can’t find the end
We circle the void and call it a friend
Bridge
We draw our gods on paper bags
Toast the void with melted flags
Standup sets in empty bars
Where silence heckles from the stars
Outro
So pull the string and twist the key
Wind-up souls on a killing spree
Still giggling, limping, deadpan clean
Through the old routine in a brand new dream