It’s been six months since the world went down

Now the coast is on fire while we sit around

Waiting for the news cycle to wear itself out

About a million dead while the clowns walk around

In over their heads so they talk about anything else, it is what it is, couldn’t we drop it now

Stop the ride I wanna get off

Did someone upstairs get the code mixed up?

Speed of light, the way we move on

To the next, to the next, to the next, to the next one

It’s been five long years since the man with the wall

Came down the escalator to show them all

He’d grab anything he wanted and people only loved him more

All the kings men got together again

He’d called them names, told lies, brought their wives into it

They toed the new/old party line like they forgot about it

Stop the ride I wanna get off

Did someone upstairs get the code mixed up?

Speed of light, the way we move on

To the next, to the next, to the next, to the next one

Well the cult doesn’t die when tomorrow arrives

There were two rebel flags flying high that night

They were fighting like hell for the big lie

Now they’re so obsessed with the art of deflection

Anything to keep us all from paying attention

Anything to keep us all from paying attention

Stop the ride I wanna get off

Did someone upstairs get the code mixed up?

Speed of light, the way we move on

To the next, to the next, to the next, to the next

To the next, to the next, to the next, to the next