Waiting On The Sub To Pop.

I keep on waiting (waiting),
Waiting on the Sub to Pop.
Waiting (waiting),
Waiting on the Sub to Pop,
It's not like I don't care,
I just know that the cards are there,
Yeah yeah, waiting (waiting), waiting the Sub to Pop. Waiting on the Sub to Pop. Waiting on the Sub to Pop, oh yeah.
Waiting on the Sub to Pop.
Waiting (waiting),
Waiting on the Sub to Pop,
It's not like I don't care,
I just know that the cards are there,
Yeah yeah, waiting (waiting), waiting the Sub to Pop. Waiting on the Sub to Pop. Waiting on the Sub to Pop, oh yeah.
Ron Burgundy
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I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I'm waiting for the Sub to Pop.
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel is tranquillity
There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of Wally moon
Know my deliverance will come soon
I'm waiting for the Sub to Pop.
I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I'm waiting for the Sub to Pop.
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel is tranquillity
There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
It's easier here just to forget fear
And when I submitted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And graders appeared to ascend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were open
Been waiting for the Sub to Pop.
I knew that it would save us all
Now everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Been waiting for the Sub to Pop.
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you feel is tranquility
I hope I don't get the grader of Death...
If that happens it would be a sin....
No need to worry, the sh*t ain't logged in...
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly, I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting on the sub to pop
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long