Shoot your election... vote for your gun.
The world's the equation, you come after the equal sign son.
We're euthanasia for haircuts,
Give us time sir all the slogans take memory work.
And as my earphones compete with outside I realize,
We're all construction workers not getting over time.
And as my earphones compete with the outside,
I realize we're all construction workers not getting over time.
And as my earphones compete with the outside,
You can't relinquish the thoughts you had for me last night.
The creases under your moustache match the ones on your pants.
The truth is far more interesting, watch the world fit in.
Just listen. We walk... the pools they talk to me.
With two feet in the gutter, we'll like like electricity.
Shoot your election... vote for your gun.
The world's the equation, you come after the equal sign son.
We're euthanasia for harit cuts,
Give us time sir all the slogans take memory work.
And as my earphones compete with the outside I realize,
We're all construction workers not getting over time.
We'll bet with our resources, I bet you don't have the sources,
Or all along have you been forcing out?
The truth is far mor interesting as we watch this part of the world fit in,
We're urbaning our way to the loneliest farm.
The creases under your moustache match the ones on your pants.
The truth is far more interesting, watch the world fit in.
We're urbaning our way to the loneliest farm.
Just listen...
