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brin_bellway[cw: Christmas, (mild) death]
[Scene: in the back room at work, preparing ingredients]
Brain:
♪ What makes you so high and mighty?
What makes you so qualified?
You can sit there and say "How many have the freedom?"
But how many more have died? ♫
Me: Hmm? Why *this* song?
[about a minute later]
Me: *goes into the front of house*
Radio, no longer drowned out by the hum of the refrigerator: ♪ --let them know it's Christmas time-- ♫
Me: Wait, is this some kind of subliminal shit?
Brain:
♪ Tell me, what can you say?
Tell me, who do you blame?
Like a mirror, you see yourself
These people each have a name ♫
[Scene: in the back room at work, preparing ingredients]
Brain:
♪ What makes you so high and mighty?
What makes you so qualified?
You can sit there and say "How many have the freedom?"
But how many more have died? ♫
Me: Hmm? Why *this* song?
[about a minute later]
Me: *goes into the front of house*
Radio, no longer drowned out by the hum of the refrigerator: ♪ --let them know it's Christmas time-- ♫
Me: Wait, is this some kind of subliminal shit?
Brain:
♪ Tell me, what can you say?
Tell me, who do you blame?
Like a mirror, you see yourself
These people each have a name ♫
