Life Substance #4 - Defecation

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(Pre-Chorus) It’s the law of the "No," the law of the "Out" The reason we scream and the reason we shout. When the guest has stayed a bit too long It’s time for the "Get Out of My House" song!

(Chorus) It’s Defecation! It’s Repulsion! The divine and rhythmic soul-convulsion! Substance Number Four is the ultimate broom Sweeping the clutter out of the room. It’s Movement! It’s Action! It’s clearing the shelf! The art of rejecting a piece of yourself. If you want to be new, you gotta let go Of everything heavy that’s blocking the flow!

(Verse 2) Now, some folks like to hoard their past They think their old ideas will last. But a thought that’s used is like yesterday’s steak It’s a heavy, leaden, cosmic mistake! You can’t stay stuffed with the "Used-to-be" You need a bit of... eject-ability. From the bathroom stall to the Milky Way It’s the only way to save the day! (Spoken: Seriously, move it along, folks, we have a schedule to keep!)

(Bridge) Oh, the relief! The joy! The grace! To put some distance... and some space. Between the Me... And the "Used-to-be-Me." Flush it away! Hip-hip-hooray!

(Outro)  Make some room! Clear the pipes! Out with the old! In with the... well, let's just get the old out first! Substance Number Four... I’m feeling lighter already!

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(Verse 1) We’ve had the hunger, we’ve had the feast We’ve been the beauty and we’ve been the beast. We’ve sat in the silence of Substance Three In a state of total, dull ennui. But you can’t just sit there, full and fat The universe isn’t built like that! Eventually, the tank gets tight And something’s gotta give tonight! (Pre-Chorus) It’s the law of the "No," the law of the "Out" The reason we scream and the reason we shout. When the guest has stayed a bit too long It’s time for the "Get Out of My House" song! (Chorus) It’s Defecation! It’s Repulsion! The divine and rhythmic soul-convulsion! Substance Number Four is the ultimate broom Sweeping the clutter out of the room. It’s Movement! It’s Action! It’s clearing the shelf! The art of rejecting a piece of yourself. If you want to be new, you gotta let go Of everything heavy that’s blocking the flow! (Verse 2) Now, some folks like to hoard their past They think their old ideas will last. But a thought that’s used is like yesterday’s steak It’s a heavy, leaden, cosmic mistake! You can’t stay stuffed with the "Used-to-be" You need a bit of... eject-ability. From the bathroom stall to the Milky Way It’s the only way to save the day! (Spoken: Seriously, move it along, folks, we have a schedule to keep!) (Bridge) Oh, the relief! The joy! The grace! To put some distance... and some space. Between the Me... And the "Used-to-be-Me." Flush it away! Hip-hip-hooray! (Chorus) It’s Defecation! It’s Repulsion! The divine and rhythmic soul-convulsion! Substance Number Four is the ultimate broom Sweeping the clutter out of the room. It’s Movement! It’s Action! It’s clearing the shelf! The art of rejecting a piece of yourself. If you want to be new, you gotta let go Of everything heavy that’s blocking the flow! (Outro) Make some room! Clear the pipes! Out with the old! In with the... well, let's just get the old out first! Substance Number Four... I’m feeling lighter already!

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