The neighbors are cloning themselves We found their cocoons in the garbage We'll either stay high forever, or crash in an hour or two Sleeping the sleep of the blessed Picking through trashcans with you
The guy on TV is a prophet You just have to look in his eyes And we'll either turn our lives over to Christ or we'll just drift off Trying to better ourselves Giving up after one or two tries
The high school's a front for Yakuza Everyone, everyone knows it And we will all shortly be richer than God if we'll just hold on As long as we play all our cards right As long as nobody here blows it I've drawn up a map of Rialto The holding tank's full for the night I heard all about it on citizens band, it's a brand new day We'll be awake until Thursday The future's disarmingly brightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
