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Snake Oil Arcade Feat. Big Cheese

from Plan B by Finn Martin

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Walking around with this frown on my face
Like a baby you can’t shake depression
I’m like maybe if I sit here long enough
I’ll get another song finished up

It feels like it’s time to smoke weed about it now
Haven’t you heard? That shit cures everything around
Be wary of snake oil salesmen
And the snake oil they pedal in their pails when

They tour door to door searching out new blood
Blowing through town popping up like a goose bump
All juiced up on the next best thing
Next thing you know, the doorbell rings

Who’s at the door but the god damn lochness monster
Looking for tree fiddy I offered to be his sponsor
I’m an enabler though so I gave it to him
Just trying to delay his movements



Listen it’s all about the road less traveled
Business gets handled like corralling the cattle
Morale is at battle with an unemployed rambo
Who’s cheating with god mode and infinite ammo

So shoot up a school with your eyes closed
Then try to explain to me how christ rose
You wanna see gun control I’m blind though
Fifty paces then piss yourself like a wino

Nothing really seems for real
Simulating a simulation that’s a raw deal
When creating a creator to worship
Go easy on the ego that’s steering the warship

I’ve always been partial to the planets rotation
A parcel to plant on this seasonal acreage
It’s feasible they would just take it
At this rate I don’t think we’ll make it


Life is like an arcade
I know you don’t want to play
With me

I’m like sonic with all the rings
I’m like mario when the princess sings
like star fox whipping his wings
Miss pacman’s kissing scene

Kid icarus shoes had wings
Arrows fly and tug my heartstrings
little nemo haunting your dreams

I’m like bomberman dropping bombs the most
It’s like pac man chomping on a ghost
If you want to play these games I can host


Panhandling be wary of the weird
People with signs that say the end is near

I mean what else can you really do with it
When life gets hot you gotta make a stew with it
Instead of stewing in it like the shoes say
Just do it i mean I’m new to this way

I blew it like a nudist would say
It's a long hard road out of hell anyway
Toss a tourniquet on this hand that I’m playing
And send me away like a vikings last day

I’m sailing the seas on a boat made of fire
I got the disease no way to retire
But I’m so tired I might lay down tonight
And think about all the people I admire

Out of control but not all the time
Running out of time living that borderline
Bored of life and I’m sitting here sort of like
What’s the point anymore of this sort of life

Chasing the ups, running from the downs
Running from clowns that are running these towns
Who’s the asshole in charge here
Crotchety old fuck tom the mayor

Cash only no charge here
Like a dead battery no charge here
Y'all know me so odd stares
Will console me, that’s progress

Getting stoned like it’s a fucking contest
Boots on the ground I kick it root down
Bombs in the pavement Waiting to put my foot down
Hoping somehow that we’re all going to make it

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from Plan B, released December 13, 2019

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