Tonight the drunks are infected, we're on our way

As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d

And I am a walflower, maybe a better father

This is a job

For seconds I miss the Bentleys

Today maybe they'll call,

You describe every prison you pass through them all

Then he asked you for your head and I vowed to burn your bed

Try to pretend, but this is your life,

somehow, it feels right



I'm calling this evolution, I'm falling for institution

Warm submission enveloping you



Tomorrow I'll survive the questions

Knives buried with cold indifference

My world is true rendered by you

Here they come again, I could never find the words

So I disguised them in verse

Until it comes out dumb and wrong,

The simplest song, if you sing along