Buffet Days

The Moon's a little fat man, lazy and trite
 Creepin twelve feet over Tallahassee tonight
 With a cheap fake tan that's glowing with a Crisco shine
 And he's drunk on the cosmic comedic news
 That Armageddon finally came and it's a total snooze
 God telling a joke, yea and taking Her time
 Can't shake the feeling we're the punchline
 Caught in some freak show
 Makes ya feel some kind of low
 Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
 Where we once stood
 But were they really ever all that good?
 Paint my nails, floss my teeth
 Overanalyze your life and make something to eat
 Let that brain train steamroll
 Right on through your mind
 Train leaves the station everyday on time
 Caught in some freak show
 Makes ya feel some kind of low
 Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
 Son they're long gone
 Yea the breakfast game is moving on
 Yea a better morning is coming on