Sun Shower - Busdriver

Me and you in love with our

Rule over solid waste

Our artistic merit is questionable

We’ll fall on our face

And I can’t bear the sight

Not to sound pragmatic

But our parents were right

This ain’t adequate

But you can always seek refuge under…

Sunshowers

There’s a place for you and a place for me under…

Sunshowers

Return to the bourgeoisie while I sift through debris

You view the poverty line as a threshold

For truth in pricey slums

This ain’t art school, it’s a shark pool

Of well-groomed yuppie scum

And they got orders to kill

Watch them fashion your cell

How’d they get a recording deal

When they’re wack as hell

But the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook

It mirrors what you loath

Sunshowers

There’s a place for you and a place for me under…

Sunshowers

Sunshowers

There’s a place for you and a place for me under…

Sunshowers

They got easels to stain, and uh

People to blame, with their

Egos inflamed, and their

Neat codenames

I saw your sub-genre in a passing glance

It was you and your DJ in matching pants

Sleeping pills and record sleeves

Defaced museum pieces

Concert-goers flailing arms

Taxidermy for the nouveau riche

I don’t need this

I don’t need this…

Sunshowers

There’s a place for you and a place for me under…

Sunshowers

Sunshowers

I don’t need this, I don’t need this

Sunshowers