Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true?
Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues?
Can we recover from this?

I've seen expressions in department stores
I've smelled regression wafting up from these shores
This is not a celebration of slipping through some crack
This is sloth and devastation and we're the resulting trash

Count on your fingers tonight
Count on your fingers tonight
And believe what you find
I'm sick of making small talk in this rotting chow line

Recover, recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover, recover)
We cover our heads and we run for the gutter
Yeah

Toby Keith's horses and Toby Keith's men
finally put us all in our place
It's a wonderful hug when there's so much more to love,
when there's steaks and hearts jammed in your face

This is the fucking slop line (this is the fucking slop line)
And we're scratching with our hooves (and we're scratching with our hooves)
How much of evolution (how much of evolution)
Must we finally disprove? Must we finally disprove?

Count on your fingers tonight
Count on your fingers tonight
And believe what you find
I don't believe what we find

Recover, recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover, (recover)
Can we recover? Recover, recover, (recover)
Can we recover? Recover, recover, (recover)
Can we recover? Recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover
Can we recover? Recover, recover

We cover our heads and we run for the gutter

Dear Mother,
I'm sorry, there was nowhere left to run
We fought and fought ‘til our bullets ran out,
and they took us one by one

Dear Mother,
I'm sorry, we had just barely begun
This will be the last letter from your only son
From your only son
Yeah I do not believe

Recover as one
Recover as one
Recover as one
Recover as one