[Intro: cedar pocket]

Ha-a-a-ah...

I'll do, I'll do a few more

[Verse 1: Madison Hailstorm]

The long arc of history doesn't bend

It just decays until the end

Some preacher's righteous dividends

Some party I didn't attend

New soft cells I cannot create

Sell oranges off the interstate

The sun goes down fifteen to eight

So you better film it now

[Chorus: Madison Hailstorm]

(But the glass has turned to sand)

These days that we have fasted

Our stomachs full of plastic now

[Verse 2: cedar pocket & Madison Hailstorm]

You could light a bottle, you could tell me to run

You could be a model, you could be a terrible son

You could hide out in your hovel 'til that hard knock comes

Broke my window and I guess I better buy me a gun

We're burning matches on a mattress while we stare at the sun

It's not fun anymore, so we better kill it now

[Chorus: Madison Hailstorm]

(But the glass has turned to sand)

These days that we have fasted

Our stomachs full of plastic

(There's blood on their hands)

Soft bones and paper fashion

Your heart is looking tragic now

[Outro: Madison Hailstorm]

('Cause I'm too stupid, I'm too stupid not to stare at the sun)

Your smoke is stale (Smoke is stale)

(Burning matches on a mattress just so I can feel something)

And my lungs are frail (Lungs are frail)

(Turn my head and, turn my head and they've got blood on their hands again)

I know it's getting worse

I know I'm not the first

To try to find a way out of this

(Turn my head and, turn my head and they've got blood on their hands again)

('Cause I'm too stupid, I'm too stupid not to stare at the sun)

Your smoke is stale (Smoke is stale)

(Burning matches on a mattress just so I can feel something)

And my lungs are frail (Lungs are frail)

(Turn my head and, turn my head and they've got blood on their hands again)

I know it's getting worse

I know I'm not the first

To try to find a way out of this

(Turn my head and, turn my head and they've got blood on their hands again)

('Cause I'm too stupid, I'm too stupid not to stare at the sun)

Your smoke is stale (Smoke is stale)

(Burning matches on a mattress just so I can feel something)

And my lungs are frail (Lungs are frail)

My lungs are frail (Frail)