[Verse 1: Max Bemis]
Attaboy, attaboy
Sometimes I have problems relating to Batman
A billionaire in a bondage suit stomping the destitute with Freudian jackboots
Then I realize he’s an anarchist radical in disguise
He probably listens to In My Eyes
Of course it feels better when you realize a punk can fly
He can fly

[Chorus: Max Bemis]
Friends wanted you to... just what they told you?
Have them both at, have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don’t you feel bad? Why don’t you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Oh, attaboy, attaboy

[Verse 2: Max Bemis]
Sometimes I gut and skin those who cannot reconcile my stance:
Muddled spiritual phrase; pseudo-political rage; beer gut on a sober man
Then I press my calloused flesh to someone who’s out of my league
And knowingly laugh knowing life is transcending heat-death and its aftermath
Attaboy, attaboy

[Chorus: Max Bemis]
Friends wanted you to... just what they told you?
Have them both at, have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don’t you feel bad? Why don’t you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Attaboy, attaboy
[Bridge: Max Bemis]
Why do you do
What they told you?

[Verse 3: Max Bemis, with Sherri Dupree-Bemis]
I think it’s a crying shame that you’re not at this show
Because I’m trying to tap into something you reluctantly know
Don’t jam it in private so all your co-workers won’t know
Nobody’s watching over you
You can nod your head precious
We can drown out the daytime soap you live
And the ghosts you’ve been mourning
I know we keep just plugging away at the same octave
Chords, we only know octave chords, a career built
On octave chords butchered to jilted time
But it’s the frightfully mundane that keeps us alive
So, keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on

[Outro: Max Bemis, with Sherri Dupree-Bemis]
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on, keep movin' on (keeping on)
Keep on keeping on