The great American mischief has muted our hearts And our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars Its all but too much So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved Everybody, get fed up My baby better get high cause Ive got something that I need to confess The dead men talking are longing For so much more than simply the obvious Cut us off Were suffering, hysterical Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed Ive been begging you for less mercy than this But the only thing you need to know Is that you never wanted to know Take it off, take it back Or take cover cause were nearing a nerve Death is wasted on the patient So make haste and head for the wake Now the hornets inhabit the hearts Weve abandoned, we all are gone Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses And dance straight through the psalm I was right all along Im dead in the water Dont come for me I was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea I drew a chalk outline of your city I hushed the sobs in your halls But we both know that its killer Baby, he will outrun em all There is so much shame in how little weve gained for so long Now the sky is falling and youre just repeating everything I say And youre not listening close enough Its a catastrophe You have not been concentrating Pay attention, there will be an exam Build an ark Build an ark Come bring us back to the ruin Drifting out of our heads Taped off the sky above your city Dusted for prints on the chapel wall But we all know that its killer Baby, I will outrun em all
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