"My Inner Child" by 120 Minds
My Inner Child
The lights of the forthcoming cars blind my eyes,
The dentist's illuminated panel blinds me from the side,
A coffee, one cigarette and another day waiting till it's night,
For playing the psychologist, man deaden your mind.
Happy jazz music comin' from the radio,
It makes you forget for a quarter hour,
The sad things, the bad scenario,
Taste the chewing gum, it's sweet and sour.
Another young wealthy tradesman with a briefcase,
He has hamster cheeks and a cute little baby face,
Are you continuously being serious,
Seriously tryin' to be imperious,
Take a seat, you gonna leave this car in disgrace.
The next call, pick up the prostitute,
She takes cocaine to escape from solitude,
Well, I got stories to hear about her sad life,
She always has a runny nose and evil angels’ eyes.
Drunk and lost he walks down the highway,
I stop and ask "where you goin' to?“,
"My brother got shot in the head!", he says,
He sits down and tells me what he plans to do.
Now my inner child screams and shouts,
Just deaden your mind.
released February 18, 2017
Composition and lyrics by Kamran Inaiat
Vocals and Guitar by Kamran Inaiat
Bass by Ferhat Catay
Drums by Steven Glab
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