Lyrics

Saturday the bed got made
‘glory! hallelujah, oh yea!’
getaway scored the best ticket
the next homicidal parade

can't look away
the clowns burn the cars
then dance the night away
segregate the flames of the changes
lose the fools from yesterday
(...you gotta keep em saturated)

can you take it? can you take it? can you take any more?

taking up the space
screens in the silence
scream inside the primal cage
stuff it in your face
eating all the virtues
the scraps of another malaise

we never graduate
schooled once again
in the simplest piece of our day
here to litigate
judge all the liars
looking for a prophet to rage
(...you gotta stay domesticated)