The vagrant on my corner who is speaking to birds

is as crazy as the commute on their way from home to work

well hey ya'll! Let's get apocalyptic!

We need it to be just so damn apocalyptic!

We're all down to get down. Down down to get down.

If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain

Let the foxes dig holes in the stations

Ain't this such a grand new dark age!

Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Asbury park!

In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick

overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison

to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller

No one around here ever seems to notice the

mountains awaiting out east

But that carrot is within reach!

That carrot is within reach!

so we've got to get down just to get down

and we keep on tracking the beast

so do you hear the tune of a thousand

trampled streets they sing me off to sleep

where I am chased by stampeding machines

only to awake to give into the chase all again