Find your place
Crawl the race
Blinded in the rising sun
Haunted by a plastic face
Behave
Join the crave
Dance the rave
Believe a TV or a tomb
Not a mind, not too soon
The cow jumps over the moon
The tracks, the tracks
The clickety clacks
The fickety facts
The wickety wacks
The sickety, sickety ball sacks
The inches, the pounds
The greens, the blacks
The browns, the blacks
The reds, the blacks
In gowns, in hats
In ties, in slacks
On beaches, or in cul de sacs
Be safe
Buy your place
What you're given, what you take
All in prison, all eat cake
All the people dead for Franklin's head
Drink coffee then get into bed
Check your coat but never check your head
It's what it said
These words of dread
Those shaking til the baby's dead
Those faking til their face is fed
Those breaking til it bakes some bread
Those aching til the malls are bled
Those raking til the scene is set
Partaking til they've cleaned the plate
Mistaking their green beans for brains
Impressing we must join the train
Suppressing til we're all insane
