[Verse 1]

Frances is getting a little restless outside the birdcage

Convinced they're being watched, they behave like a target

Throat scratching little nomad, make yourself homesick

Limited to an agenda for someone else

[Chorus]

Make it painstakingly, aggressively earnest

Forge an appetite and gorge until it's working

Get sincerity on loan

Make it ironic, force it down

Make it ironic, force it down

Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof)

Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof, hail)

[Verse 2]

Frances with wings too heavy plunges towards the invisible

Way past the premise, where the semantics circle

Watered down and drowning in proportionate panic

Chasing the hailstones down into the roof

[Chorus]

Make it painstakingly, aggressively earnest

Forge an appetite and gorge until it's working

Get sincerity on loan

Make it ironic, force it down

Make it ironic, force it down

Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof)

Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof, hail)