Tundra/Desert

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Tundra/Desert is the eleventh track off of the album This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About, released by Modest Mouse in 1996.
==Lyrics==
Every sick, fickle fuckerChildhood's what makes youUntil they treat you like tundraWeigh those opinionsMore like air than lead
Every planned occupationSurefire disappointment up aheadUntil they treat you like desertSee mirages of friendshipFace turns red
Aw, shit!
(I don't feel and it feels fineSave twenty dollars and I'll give you my suppliesI don't mind)
Here's the soon to be anchorBuild bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere(I don't feel and that feels fineI don't feel and that feels fine)
Every governor's motherKnows that their bread is buttered by Sam(Crook takesCrook takes green out of wallet)
And what about science?They find proof and let you make your own decisions(There are answers to our reasonsWorthwhile to find)
Every child star wondersIf they have a future up ahead(King takes queen, takes queen out cleanIt's all right, it's all right)
Every kind-hearted bankerI don't think there is one(I took you out)
Every winning opinionI wish I had one(I took you out for a night on the townI took my wallet out)
Every winning opinionI, I wish I had one(You don't mind?Well now, that's just bullshit)
Stand on platforms in waterFilling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere(You're balancing balls on your nose, all rightI don't mind, I don't mindSo sometimes you want your own spaceAnd that's all right, right?Right)
(Get too creative ordering our drinksAnd mine stinks, mine stinksGet too creative ordering our drinksAnd yours stinks, yours stinks, yours stinksWe get too creativeWe get too creative)