[Verse I] Ive lost it all often Put me in the Washington office of a coffin that I belong in then Im stuck in my stock options and politics Im too talkative, if I may begin Because these common men They never get caught caterwauling and off the wall Throwing caution to the wind Or pretend Molotovs at apostles All they wants a bottle of klonopins Im swallowing the toxins in Run out of oxygen Running a thousand city blocks in my moccasins I wander in, up into the center of a city grid hollering olly olly oxen I speak to the fossils I dig em up and dust em off Down to the joint where the lone god hobbles I turn em into novels Spit em back out from the back of my tobacco painted tonsils every day I got a gift shop sling shot I point it at these robot cop drones now flown above Im setting up shopping carts in parking lots to settle with the winds when the hurricane comes [Hook] Im living in a prison with invisible friends Who dream of freedom because it does not exist I will not resist Make the arrest Im a victim of a problematic radical thought process I predicted the cataclysm a typical vision left on in my mind in hypnotic display I will not be okay I will not be okay I will not be okay Make the arrest [Verse II] Because common sense is an inadequate defense tactic nonapplicable to the digital model and modern day killers control their missiles on a desk top Im looking at the box like is this thing on? Were living in the middle of a prison where the wealth is hither and thither and yon Broadcast the hologram, a cinematic vision of a pop icon I sing a love song to the activists who dont put their money where their mouth is Or talk about Vietnam in a Pentagon food court No, you know better than that that venom attached to the militants split lip Pacifists with the laughing gas set sail for the Baghdad discotheque A capitalist free market suicidal cybernetic invention Fiddle with chemical alignment and speak my mind when Im in suspension But dont mention that Im a mess Im a criminal in distress Put in the kennel, Im a ketaminecolored enemy combatant with no contest Make progress like weather machines and atomic bombs I hope to Gasoline that I find my planet one day [Hook]
olly, arrest, ketaminecolored, nonapplicable, okay