Dread 2017 18 Air horn age Age of horn blowing Mental corkscrew Starwipe to gloom Pulling cork, snoring out all day Woke up in the stadium district Here is the thing, here is the thing Hey, well now later the hour Now you know innovative thievery in parking structures Landing least of the horrors Least of the horrors At least they are well lit, well Here is the thing, here is the thing Old billionaire dead, buried in his hair shirt New face loves surveillance, comic sans, parroting an ape Here is the thing, here is the thing From foot to gut Come on stone, quicken stone Pass through, pass without pain Take everything, reach rock roll, reach rock roll Pass through silent, put shiny bezoars fresh in the pot for sales From an old goat, and the gut Here is the thing, here is the thing And it will be with you for the rest of your life It lives in your home Under roof and floor, every room In the ground In the day In the grind of the day It grows fat off your fear And it will be with you for the rest of your life Here is the thing, there is the thing It makes you choose between necessity and health Anything can do what you do It drops like dung both poverty and wealth Giggling and gagging False test Time to pull the profits from their chest Here is the thing, here is the thing