(That's impossible)



(Come on)



Spoilers

The non bon-voyage stock weaponry and soylents

And whatever stop the voices

Colossal paranoias out to author an abrasive lore

About how war paint won't assure you ain't a painted whore, baby

No ground wires, all jaw froth

Mouth-breathing outliers climb out of mothballs

Wrung stones unsung and alone

Known to run up in the unknown "honey I'm home"

I push a bucket of bolts, assorted death in his wake

I take the hand off the thief, I take the head off a snake

Approach a pen like revolution's just a sentence away

Til then he's documenting cops and watching Heaven decay

It's not a gentleman's game it's a generation braced accordingly

Who know the differences between the cozy and the quarantine

Yes y'all the crestfallen careworn

Air horn, air horn, air horn, air horn



These awful winds

Those grinding gears

This pile o' bones

That's why I'm here

Wild frontier

(Come on)



These violent drums

Those primal fears

This pool of mud

That's why I'm here

W-w-w-w-wild frontier



That's impossible, body's still warm

Scavengers already obsessively knocking on his molecules

I'm catatonic, fat, and outta rocket fuel and ramen

Not a dollar, watching Rocky II in Donatello boxers

At some hot as hell motel in what's supposed to be his Shangri-La

More akin of angry mobs with anchor tats and mangy dogs in vacant lots

Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds

Not even a baby doll to change his gauze

Not even a hide-away to hide up in

A side effect of sliding environment to environment

Driving isn't simply when the tires spin, try again

Departures and arrivals aren't only time in mileage

Try again again a raider break off from the phalanx

And never look back never cook crack K thanks bye

New York in the rear view then peel...

Out, til he found New York in the windshield



These cursed dogs

Those flying spears

This rancid food

That's why I'm here

Wild frontier

(Come on)



These fleeting hopes

Those vital prayers

This bag of cash

That's why I'm here

W-w-w-w-wild frontier



This was never an effective way to rally insurgents

Or really even the occupation of a rational person

When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in

You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement

In a jiffy, just eat your food and keep the future iffy

That fruition's for the viewers who need a loser to pity

Plus an underlying message of a greater disconnection

God forbid he try to live or gain momentum

Mend or pay his penance

You'd rather see him eat a bowl of mouse traps

Surf a thousand couches

Take a jagged little down the hatch

Chowder heads

I know you love the way the failure flounder

Maybe I could be your daily downer

If his brain left his body and was headed for the door

Would you take it in and help it find its way into a jar?

No? f**k it, let him hop around a maze

We can see who's really lost when the schadenfreude fades



These churning seas

Those quiet sneers

This box of parts

That's why I'm here

Wild frontier

(Come on)



These creepy friends

Those dicey dares

This perfect dark

That's why I'm here

W-w-w-w wild frontier