They sit up there on Gridlock Hill, in their ivory towers
Dead elephant in the room
While down below, you know Uncle Vinny's still on the ventilator
And his third-shift nurse, her relief can never come too soon
It's a strange sensation
When the hypernormalisation makes us think we can't see the difference between the wheat and the chaff
But I did the math on a broken abacus
Crunched some numbers with alabaster knuckles
Only to find the bottom line expired sometime in late July
Well, I...
I'd do it for you
Will you do it for me?
We hate to see you go
And now I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around
How I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around
So, now the insurance company's calling to say
The payment on your premium's due today
And if you can't get it to 'em, well, hmm... too bad
For a minute there, you thought they might actually care
'Cause you recall seeing on their site somewhere a message about how they're opposed to racism, and all that
It's a strange sensation
When that brutal wave of mutilation crashes a little bit harder and a whole lot longer each year
We feel the fear, as a reckoning approaches
The line is severed, and the net's eroded
So who will hold it, when the wheel is frozen and the captain's too stoned to notice it?
Well, I'd do it for you
Will you do it for me?
We hate to see you go
And now I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around
How I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around
I'd do it for you
Will you do it for me?
We hate to see you go
And now I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around
How I hate to say it's so: We're not messin' around