Lyrics
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
The people are dead, but the money keeps talking keep-keeps-keep-keeps talking
The people are dead, but the money keeps talking, keep
Keeps-keep-keeps talking
Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep
Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a 'V'
Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
For the odd God or monster, proper to teleprompter
Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew the corpse
But I see the wolves have already gotten to you and yours
Day of the dead, play the ledge closely
Train a barrel of monkeys to aim at the lowest bogey
Dope the gonzo of what we sold choked socially
Stole the golden fleece with the culture of total nobodies
Earth lies, the divided by fighting tribes
All we do is watch 'em waddle back and forth lighting fires
Detonator, wire cutter, pliers
Two cities enter, one is broken up in tiny tiles
And I won't pose arm in the heart of the lion's throat
For a photographic token of my primordial growth
You parade around and kill, so damn proud
Like a flatline fetish, had his feathers fanned out
War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly
Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
Hell's bells every which way the the wind blow
So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go
Another dark night
Another not-all-right
Another bad ritual
More botched surgery
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
Or wander through this section where the natives feel murdery
Vicinity wander
Claim no zone
Never let an anchor drop
Never had a home
Never talk to strangers
Never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end
Money Money Money Money
Money Money Money Money
Next time think
39 Thieves are quicker than 40 winks
Raise your drinks
39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks
We're not concerned with the community aloofness
Duke, we're animals, we just go where the most food is
Lower the toast, most formal etiquette is useless
Truth is you're equally expendable if spoon-fed
(Money Money)
Money is cool, I'm only human
But they use it as a tool to make the workers feel excluded
Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is
Bullets don't take bribes stupid, they shoot shit
Another dark night
Calicos, tread around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens and arsenic where the carrots grows
Piss warmed sugar water, what a summer canteen
Plus burned rubber like "green is the new green"
Rubber necks froze, slows by the multiplex
Rodeo commotion, I'm open to see what culminates
Bougie on the right, left rep rebel force
Both say feud will prove
The parking lot was never yours
Black top pebble wars. Soldiers mold it
Where the Jones's is every grown-up wants decoded came to grow in
No motive, but showed up in gross quotas
Hog barn burner come see if your homes hold us
'85 Rattletrap parked and fancy
You would swear he was stepping out of commanshe, antsy
Let us in the Jetty when they Jettison the medicine
And paranormal hatchery cadets to break the levys in
Folk know the totem comaraderie
Token of equality, they post it horizontally
Crown the golden loading dock that grow to lodge the colony
Half-massed flags, half cabs loiter properly
And sleep the sleep of the just
Ready on the left
Where the witchcraft spun out of a neighboring sect
With the usual undesirables and the big brother cutters
On the day your name became 'this motherfucker?'
Another dark night
Another not-all-right
Another bad ritual
More botched surgery
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
Or wander through this section where the natives feel murdery
Vicinity wander
Claim no zone
Never let an anchor drop
Never had a home
Never talk to strangers
Never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end
