The Paper Chase
Now, We Just Slowly Circle the Draining Fish Bowl
Yes, a war is coming
[?] I kinda figure, what's the worst thing they could do to them?
I'll come back from the war
But everything I'll touch seems to break
And I won't be the same man
I won't be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge
Of your ticker tape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls
I go to work, I punch a clock, I do the same thing day in and day out
Cause the serpent still sleeps
The serpent still eats
That black guard is still some integral part
Of those ideas we keep
So there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
'Cause after all, after all, we can't all join hands to sing hallelujah
When there's work to be done
(Bring 'em back)
But don't stop now, you're still ahead
Don't get caught in pursuits like the rest
Don't get smart now, you need it, we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know
I'll be something that stings to believe
It won't stop the war
(Bring 'em back)
But don't stop now, you're still ahead
Don't get caught in conceits like your dad
Don't get smart now, you need it, we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know
This was something we choose to believe
Not me! As I kick and claw, come home in a box
Or find a place, job to claim, eat my heart
Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu
In your arm, your chair, your family heirloom
Wife resents kids that fuck in your room
When we laugh, we'll be laughing at you
When you circle your draining fish bowl
Sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul
Spend your whole life just praying to spend your life