[Verse One]

How clever of you to be this way

You better believe they'll start their reign

They all live inside the same dead landscape

And you'd better believe they'll strike today

How clever of you, happy and gay

For you have tricked the grass into turning gray

[Verse Two]

You think you've still got a chance, if I'm not wrong

Writing down these meaningless songs

[Bridge]

You better keep your wits right by your side

Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide

You better keep your wits right by your side

Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide

You better keep your wits right by your side

Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide

There's something here that owns this place

And it'll break your, oh so pretty, face

You better keep your wits right by your side

Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide

There's something here that owns this place

And it'll break your, oh so pretty...

Face