Season Ticket to a Bad Place

They are bound by chance he said There is always this mad rush We clipped their wings, sure Blew them from the water Hang on though, hang on Down in the water was blue Debbie's Chinese pints {unintelligible} {unintelligible} There's no pure sound either There's just wreckage, just wreckage Just wreckage and greed Ah! Having problems breathing? Well pick through this tangle and and take wool What are they? Clear this ground It's fair game Let's see {unintelligible} Not {unintelligible} Now we want Anything Looking to be {unintelligible} That's what I wouldn't skip, either We won that to be {unintelligible} Well we don't get it Don't get it Now it's too late Inspect this ground, soldier {unintelligible} You know, it's the way {unintelligible} I reconsider my way What good does it do? The vague memories Held in the heart Shining {unintelligible} What's the use? Tomorrow all this is going to be swamp We're going to be rich Oh well goddamn this system of bribes We should damn this exploitation of innocence Now we hold all markets Now I could turn this gun on anyone