This impulse, so lazy

Fifteen days without a set change,

Forward yes kid counter-clock cross clutches

Three billion people

One fucking name.

Raise the flag of resolution

Live out your cycle,

Out here there's a new constitution every couple hundred miles.

Turn the bed back into a couch

A mattress tongue in a seventies mouth

Not a home, just some fucked-up home to spend time in,



I know I'm gonna pass and how these history books burn fast

All hail the myth of great control.



All hail the holes we shine in for three bucks at the door



And all along the way you sang hallelujah, save these souls

And the more and more you gave, the less you seemed to have your own

These labels, these long names,

Another construct

Hold up the mainframe,

Take the piss out

No eye contact for the haters

In the weather we're all wet the same.

I see the flags

I hear the standards,

Keep every frame on file

Self-installed, self-improvement stalls

Oh how through ourselves at style.



Turn the bed back into a couch,

Put thank-you notes on the fridge

Heads out,

flames rise, try not to feed them

Oh how we know when we're beaten.



I know I'm gonna pass and how these history books burn fast,

All hail the joke we're getting away with,

I've got the check but I'll have to post-date it



All along the way you sang hallelujah save these souls

And the more and more we gave the less we seemed to have

our own.

So we burn in whatever we have to learn

We burn in whatever we have to learn