Walk at an absolute running pace
Better talk with some spine trying to keep with the chase
Cock a brow, gotta churn and burn
Gotta earn your own keep will your ashes deserve
It's entertainment, complacent containment
They'll be back at the end of the day
Better clean out your greaves or get out of the way
You got it where you want it
You know our trust was wearing thin
Bluffin' nothing on the monitor
You know I'd like to see you try again
Another poor fool on the pigeon list
You can sleep when you're dead
Have a drink instead
A right cold gun ho macho son of a Sancho
Sleazy on the seas got some grease on your poncho
You don't you confide in your conscious contrivance
What do you think?
Is this a crisis averted?
Might you meet the same end as the dudes in the dirges?
You better get it get it get it gone
I've been telling you all along
Talk is cheap but this here heap
Sure will get you over that hill ahead
I can try and tell you why
I got my crooked lines pulling me along
But it's fine
I'm assured by signs, tomes and liquid eyes
That I got it good
Would you mind if I told you why
What I've been trying to find is so misunderstood
Would you mind if I fried loose ties
Let the smoke just rise in the dying bloom
I'm gonna take the day
So let's be clear
If you come around
I won't be near