3:20, by Fisher & Diaz

“Hey Diaz!”
“Hey Fisher!”
“Look at the crowd!”
“Yeah, there’s so many people here!”
“It’s amazing how many people showed up to hear your ambient jams.”
“I’ve been practicing on my keyboard.”
“Okay, I’m re-reading this now, and actually it says that it’s supposed to be “ambience”, which is… faked crowd noises?”
“Ah well, whatever, screw it, let’s do it anyway.”
“Y’know, we got both. So it’s in there, whatever it is.”
“Yeah, let’s do this!”
“We did the thing, and the other thing, and that’s it, we’re done. No, we’re ready to start.”

This is known as an “Introduction”
Did we mention?
Found this a record convention
Stick a beat on “Love at the Greek” and then Fisher and Diaz think that it’s free jazz

Take a selfie with a Polaroid
Over time you will find that the picture has faded
The face which is so unfamiliar
Is also outdated
And not what you thought it was gonna be

Now I know this might sound dumb
There’s a place that we all come from
And I hope when it’s time to leave
There’s nothing left up your sleeve

It don’t matter how long you stay
Every checkout ends the same damn way
Flip the lights as you leave, if you please, by returning your keys
To the lock-box up front, RIP

We all go to the same place: we all come from dust… and to dust we return
We all go to the same place: we all come from dust… and to dust we return
Oh damn, don’t you know
Devil runs the numbers to and fro, and
I am flying high
Angels never seem to multiply to me
We all go to the same place: we all come from dust… and to dust we return

3:20 was the time today
Fisher and Diaz told the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile