[Chorus]

I want a riot but no one else thinks that

Last call for quiet but no one else drinks that

I want a riot but no one else thinks that

Last call for quiet but no one else drinks that

[Verse 1]

Rusted in a machine shop means I [?]

[?] than a sidearm [?] proxy

[?]

Pamphlet of waste proof [?] proof [?]

Speak to no [?] playing tag jewelry

Rock Candy [?] pays it back through teeth

Indirect super-[?]

A bottle of perception in the other [?] trapped

Just the right sedatives measuring [?]

The nine volt [?] that's never ready

The [?] holds fast times with the [?]

The gyro migrate to Ellis iv

[?] time slot

Nowhere [?] fisher kings bridges blind spot

Soda can, riverstink, drifting dry-dock

Now show your hands if you think your just livestock

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

[?] back to bothering you

Suffocate one after hollering to[two?]

[?] water waiting after tolerant snooze

[?] with a pokerface your father gave you

Never-ending [?] bone dry [?]

License to officiate your own buybacks

Siphoning the fifty states [?] and the collective plate [?]

[?] on a radio curse

[Centerlane?] wagon let the radio fly

Just the same tragic indication of the first time you knew you wouldn't care if the radio died

Ratio, medivac, renovate sound

Cameo letterbox getting knocked down

Safe below second Ave [Act?] generate [?]

The tapes will show that in fact yesterday's now

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

No grass grow while watched

No class [Know?] a job

No new weather [?] Never call nothing safe

Fucking hate mower gas, frustrate, overcast

[?]

Wherewithal, lope around, show the [Sound?]

Sickening [?] drop pottery [Via?] comradery

So [?] listening

Boot Shop [lengthening?]

[?] christening

And Powerball lotteries

Now we’re all constantly [?]

Stay the same

In a trench

With a benchmark quality

Solemnly [?]

Confused roll on

Want shoes, dope songs

Is not robbery

Can't see the city from the smoke plume

What to do about a leader that want us to trip mushrooms

[cloud?] like Sydney, [?] Eleanor canvas at the EMU,Whitney

Rob got detonator, organ [elastrator?], forged on elevators taking you with me

Never wrong, Ten stacks [strata zone?] [?] worked in the favor until the vapor rub Vicks me