Stoke the fire with a resurrection and you’re piercing through the surface 

Tangled direction this old hermit thinks he serves a purpose for

Yelling at the television all day long

Yeah everybody’s got an inquisition song

Boiling hot politicians, kick em in the keister 

Each year rolls into one, Mr. speaker

Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air

Centennial perspective, hot on thе heels myriad 

Centennial perspеctive, it’s all up in the air

It ain’t for the faint hearted

Huffing and a puffing it’s satan’s shout, calling last drinks now

Mother natures sobbing in the corner alone, Jesus with a tab in his mouth

Who’s throwing bottles at the cover band, medusa and her boa constrictors 

Uh oh look at those limbs flailing with their walls covered in scripture

Huddled around the jukebox playing

The same tune every evening 

Karaoke in this godforsaken dead end dump where we do our waiting

Waiting for the new generation

Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air

Centennial perspective, hot on the heels myriad 

Centennial perspective, it’s all up in the air

It ain’t for the faint hearted