Please don't wake your mother up

Tell her where to go, you know it's wrong

You can find direction from

Wagons on the road you know are lost

Or you could hang around

Show me this town from the underground

Or you could hang around

Pushing corn

When the bones of shade

Are different than of that before

The approach you take

Dead on the kitchen floor

Shakes will come

Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah

When we're done

There's nothing that we can't control

We have got technology

I promise it will get you off

But it won't take you back

To your former self

Back to a form of self

Back where I could hang around

Leaving underground

All I really need to know

Of how your god it was so low

And all your friends

Oh, they won't help you now

Or you could hang around

Digging underground

For all you really need to know

Of how your god it was so low

And all your friends

They'll be on your side now

When the bones of shade

Are different than of that before

The approach you take

Dead on the kitchen floor

Shakes will come

Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah

When we're done

There's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

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