Force fed again
Teaspoon of lead
Force fed again
Teaspoon of lead
Speak up, speak up
I haven't been listening
Spread loose
Change is cheap
For a Christening
Bells are hissing
In and out and in
In and out and in
Rigid like quick boy (Who)
You think you're sick boy
You think you're Kilroy
But I haven't been listening (Do you even)
No, I haven't been listening (Think you are?)
I've got a game plan
Make no mistakes plan
Brewery grapes plan
When I land
Hold my hand
Grant me with class
Give me your glass
Take me to your home and shield me from these ghosts
The ones who spoke
With eyes and ears
The ones who breathe
Like you and me
Yet, how they see is a mystery
They'll be talking bout me soon
And if they think of dimming our light
We will fight
Run round in circles
Fucking right
We'll bite
It isn't
Hard to imagine a world where ghosts breathe
It isn't
Hard to imagine a world where we're all conditioned
It isn't
Hard to recognize the strife and the horror overseas (It isn't)
We will be criticized
No problem, light my match tonight
You're wasting time, it's alright
I would take it if I was you
Who do you even think you are?
