Junk Science & Scott Thorough 30 Lives lyrics

(CHORUS)
Get your hands up, up, down, down, left, right
Left, right, B, A, select start, select start (repeat)

See I could beat the game without 30 lives
Cause it's not so much fun with 30 tries
And I heard he rhymes with the nerdy guys
And they hack mainframes with dirty knives
(Zoop) that's the sound it makes, kinda
It's hard to recreate
I guess you had to be there
We was in Tron world, on the light bikes
With blonde girls
(Hey what you doing Friday?)
Haven't figured yet, sit at home alone
Ask questions to the internet
Like, Do the gods envy us
Because we are fragile, flesh and blood
So every single breath is a precious one?
And if that's the case, who can we trust?
(Silence) Here's something you can reference:
You want simple answers? Don't ask questions

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(BRIDGE)
So if you ask me how to proceed
I would ask you ‘What's the aim?'
Cause, guns blazing, you could rush through
Or take it frame by frame
And you could say that is has no effect
Cause the ending's always the same

But sometimes the ending changes
Depending how you play the game

So if you had the option to hit reset
And do it all again, then who would you be next?
Would you be the same self?
A little better?
Same type of story, switch a few letters?
Waterproof skin to provide for the weather
And a bulletproof heart underneath that sweater?
Would you switch race?
Change class?
And I don't mean rich/poor
I mean like would you be a magician or a fighter
Black belt, or something in between like a Red Mage
And when they asked who would I rather be
I looked 'em dead in the eyes and said Baje
You know? With a few more dollars in the pocket
But would my steps change if I was following a profit?
Would I still walk like a man do?
Or would I light up the stage and
Wax a chump like a candle?
Would they hear me?
Would I listen, to the rhythm of the pistons?
Or would I find out that we're all gonna die
And this whole time I coulda been fishin'?

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