wide eyed wonderboys in the house of fine blame-tight pinstripes walk the beggar's mile knee deep, rising in a river of denial we're broken together carry on dividing counting on obliquity crushing hands and hopes under heel troubles under carpets as the water's coming in first to feel the growlers are the gallows in the galley cos we're broken together woke up and freaked cos you're in a firedamp can't fight your way out in too deep to decamp superimpositions of wealth and have not if you're our moral compasses we truly are lost we had high hopes for g.i. joe waterboarding his own kid like a good sergeant texas hold'em underwater we're pointing a finger wide eyed wonderboys in a war fog bunkering banksters in a shrinking bubble friends are fair-weather when it rains you're in trouble but we're broken together playing up the differences so change don't come there's no wind times they ain't achanging that much all suited up check your mask is in place hiding in plain sight but we can all see you faces woke up and freaked cos you're in a firedamp can't find your way out in too deep to decamp superimpositions of wealth and have not if you're our moral compasses we truly are lost we had high hopes for g.i. joe waterboarding his own kid like a good sergeant but we're pointing a finge编辑于2021/03/20更新