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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Hunt
Graham Hunt
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ten staggered automated voices on a loop
Give me the special with wheels I gotta get out of the soup
I won't even pack, the lay lines just point straight to you
In your glossy white cinderblock no-window room
There's an old man blasting slow jams at the stop sign
As you catch me up on your life since your dog died
Well Molly's in heaven with a rope in her mouth
Growling and daring God to pull it out
And when the song ends
Run it back
You're my
Emergency Contact
When my whole world
Is under attack
You're my
Emergency Contact
I know the screen it will never leave you alone
And you're constantly haunted by ghosts inside of your phone
That's the revenge from all of the people who died
The people who died when the world industrialized
Driving down 94 the power grids on fire
Don't get out of the car until the song is over
Trash out the window like it's 1986
Cause you wanna show this neighborhood how the world really is
And when the song ends
Run it back
You're my
Emergency Contact
When my whole world
Is under attack
You're my
Emergency Contact
Settling into dirt on the move
When sparkling weight manifests on the moon
You got too many memories you don't remember them
And if you keep bumming cigs you'll be buying packs again
And when the song ends
Run it back
You're my
Emergency Contact
When my whole world
Is under attack
You're my
Emergency Contact
Written by: Graham Hunt
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