Please don’t wake your mother up Tell her where to go you know it’s wrong
You can find direction from
Wagons on the road you know are lost
Or you could hang around
Show me this town from the underground
Or you could hang around
Pushing corn
When the bones of shade are different then of that before… Dead on the
kitchen floor
Shakes will come drugs that you know are wrong
when we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control
We have got technology
I promise it will get you off
But it won’t take you back to your former self
Back to a former self back
Where I could hang around
Leaving underground
I all really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
and your all your friends oh they won’t help you now
Or you could hang around
Digging underground
For all you really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
and your all your friends they’ll be on your side now
When the bones of shade are different then of that before
…Dead on the kitchen floor
Shakes will come drugs that you know are wrong
when we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control
and when we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control x6
Ahhhhh