I don't need a reservation

To inhabit my own station

Honey St. is hard to swallow

But I got orders to follow

From a higher legislation


Reason's got no reason to be here

We don't operate in your tri-mensional sphere

There's nothing like isolation

When you're singing for salvation

But to be solo(w) is just that.

Dirt is not an opposition

To our ________ coalition

Maturity is not our style

Like junkyards to grow wild

Not a standard transmission


It's a 3:00am religion

Soulitude---a group decision

Sucrose levels pop the roof

And humor brews at 180 proof

When friends become pigeons.

Keep your problems to yourself.

Let them bother no one else

And we can live freely

In piles of dirt paintings and profanity

And if you need to speak to me

I will be hidden safely

In my underground cavern of sleep and humidity

So pass the dust and dusty relics

Reflecting the past

When someone asks you how you are

Theres only one answer for them

And it goes: I'm doin' alright

Did I mention that I'm broke?

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Lumas song meanings
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