[Verse 1]
Craftsman houses, cul-de-sacs
Nativities on the lawn
Paper planes and soccer games and stay-at-home moms
Neighborhood watches over safe school zones
Born on third with a ticket punched for home
[Chorus]
Do you feel like, do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yellow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like lashing out?
[Verse 2]
Fertilize the greener grass for an Amazon parade
Little cardboard kingdoms to keep the emptiness at bay
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky and Fairtrade fancy cars
Stare right through the blue light and throw a filter on thе scars
[Chorus]
Do you feel like, do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yеllow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like lashing out?
[Verse 3]
All the pretty people build a wall with a picket fence
They stay late at the office, and pick a vice for Lent
Mother's little helper, to medicate the stress
In picture-perfect parapets in towns we'll just forget
[Chorus]
Do you feel like, do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yellow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like, do you feel like lashing out?
Clawhammer coming at a nail
Your heart on a cat-'o'-nine-tails swingin' round
Do you feel like lashing out?
[Outro]
It would be water into wine
To turn these lemons into lemonade
I wanna be God for a day
It would be water into wine
To turn these lemons into lemonade
I wanna be God for a day
I wanna be God for a day