Lyrics
And it is with the dogs with their rifles, thousands of them line the pavement,
like patients pupae waiting to become worms
(I feel good as new, good as new, good as new, good as new…)
The people are dead, but the money keeps talking
Another dark night, teethin the market of B-sheep, like I’m walking around the
39 thieves in a beat spores of a warm Helvetica brown proper for the odd gutter
monster propped on the teleprompter, wild blue yonder blue in the face angel
blew into the bugle 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 the barrel of monkeys to aim at
the lowest bogey, dope, the gonzo have always felt choked socially,
stole the golden fleece with the culture of total nobodies earth lies divided
by fighting tribes all we do is watch em waddle back and forth lighting fires
(money money) detonator wire cutters pliers two cities and one is broken up in
tiny tiles and I walk, pose, harmin the heart of the lion’s throat for a
photographic children of my primordial growth, you parade around a kill so damn
proud like a flat-line fetish had his feathers fanned out, war totem symmetry,
skip into it gingerly, silk worms ping pong minister to ministry,
hells bells every which way the winds blows, so I bang my head against any
wall you can build, go
Another dark night, another not alright, another bad ritual, war-bot surgery,
better follow the bread-crumbs back, in fact, urgently, there’s water through
the session where the natives feel murder-y, vicinity wandered 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…)
(Good as new, good as new, good as new, good as new…)
Next time think, 39 thieves, quicker than 40 winks, raise your drinks,
39 thieves, quicker than 40 winks
Why are you consumed with the community aloofness, dude we’re animals we’ll
just go where the most food is, lower the toast most former letter-kid is
useless, truth is you’re equally expendable as 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 talk bribes stupid, they shoot shit
Another dark night, down it goes, tread around the rabbit hole, weapons to the
heavens and arsenic where the carrots grow, piss warm suger water where the
summer canteen plus burn rubber like green is the new green, rubber neck froze,
slows by the multiplex, rodeo commotion I’m open to see what culminates,
bourgie on the right, left rep rebel force, both say the futile «prove the parking lot was never yours,» black top pebble bores, soldiers molded
when the joneses every grown-up in Dakota came to groping, no motives they
showed em the gross quotas, hog barn burner come see if your home told us,
85 rattle trap park the fancy, he could swear he was steppin outta Comanche,
antsy, let us in he jettison the medicine and paranormal hatchery condense and
break the levees in (money money), we both know the totem camaraderie,
tokin' up equality, they posted horizontally, pride of golden load the doctor
brought a lobster colony, half-mass slags have caps through em properly,
and sleep the sleep of the just, ready on the left when the witchcraft spun it
with 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 alright, another bad ritual, war-bot surgery,
better follow the bread-crumbs back, in fact, urgently, there’s water through
the session where the natives feel murder-y, vicinity wanders 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
This is the life, this is the life, this is the life
The people are dead but the money keeps talking