That's the thing with things of models and can
Get the rest caught in their graves
And that's the book that teaches Sophistructure
Can almost taste their sunken pains
Crashing your van into sunlight
Bilking your plan in the face
Drive it apart with a pen knife
Think you can down it away?
Oodles and metal we thank
Not anything coming is bad
Doming the crown of your hand
Sometimes just hope is a tramp
They cut our wings and then they ring 'round unto
Pull them apart right in our face
How many thumbscrews in your own apartment?
How many tortures in their place?
Sad as in something in value
No one else gives it the space
Call it a matter of anger
Like most of the things that you hate
They should do something about you
They should do something about you
They should do something about you
They should do something about you
How bold are you no?
How bold are you oh?
I know what you sow
We are
Swimming and loading your basement
Fractured and mangled and down
Textbook example debasement
More how it looks than it sounds
Oodles and metal we thank
Not anything coming is bad
Doming the crown of your hand
Sometimes just hope is a tramp