Please don't wake your mother up
Tell her where to go, you know it's wrong
You can find direction from
Wagons on the road you know are lost
Or you could hang around
Show me this town from the underground
Or you could hang around
Pushing corn

When the bones of shade are different than of that before
The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor
Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

We have got technology
I promise it will get you off
But it won't take you back to your former self
Back to a form of self
Back where I could hang around
Leaving underground
I all really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
And your all your friends, oh they won't help you now


Or you could hang around
Digging underground
For all you really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
And your all your friends, they'll be on your side now

When the bones of shade are different than of that before
The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor
Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control


And when we're done there's nothing
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