Crones - Landing Lyrics

The servers all stalled
Folks croaked at the mall
The air it grew frigid
Left them permanently embalmed

This being treated like a person
It's got me tossing & turning
You give permission by omission
And leave me permanently squirming

But you can try your best
The most meticulous of planning
But I think you ought to know
That you might not stick the landing

One time the family sat down
And decided that they were all thieves
A tree it grows much easier
If it concedes that it grows leaves

A mansion don't make you smart
And adulation you know it don't make it art
You can't control the mechanisms
As your flight prepares to depart

But you can try your best
The most meticulous of planning
But I think you ought to know
That you might not stick the landing

But you can try your best
The most meticulous of planning
But I think you ought to know
That you might not stick the landing

No you might not