[Mike Schank verse] [Kristoff Krane verse] You’re a clean slate Me I’m faulty wiring Ditch the meat plate Say hello to multi-vitamin Live for today Because tomorrow’s never promised friend Lips disengaged While we sit and watch the bottle spin Pick around the scab Without obsessing on the edges You’ve learned how to act But lack an honest presence Fuckers got the map But lack sense of direction Now the path is full of litter And the rats are on the rise Yeah You think the curse is in disguise That size matters Not in my book Or by my chapter Or by the light my eyes channel By the time we analyze The patterns of fireflies Will bring alive atlas Center in on a spine and remember The cause for the crime is forever Center in on a spine and remember That God lives in all of us forever For better or worse Or for- What it's worth My feathers are burned And the weather here on Earth Is changing temperature So drastically Paint a better picture of it Like it’s your last masterpiece But you’re never high enough When you’re climbing outta love And so the dirt you cover up Becomes a diamond in the rough Perhaps Im cowardice And contradictive in my efforts When it comes to blowing whistles At such ominous endeavors You too soon will lose consciousness forever When you snooze you lose Clues once obvious now never The market is set *set* You know what they want *want* But you don’t know you So you pose and you flaunt With the clothes that you’ve got over the bones You lure ‘em in And convince the fish they should swim In the pond that you swim Away from the mainstream So they hop in your vessel Come up to your level And settle for the accessible Meanwhile the ice age is frozen And the higher-brained artists Are floatin’ in the ocean Trying to reconnect with rain I just wanna bounce your big heads off An invisible wall And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick And finally evolve some wings Uh Now pull your pants up Quit acting like a boy, Boy man up! Uh Yeah, you gotta fan club And now you’re panning to the camera In hand cuffs! Hands up! Uh Now pull your pants up Quite acting like a boy, Boy man up! Uh Yeah, you gotta fan club And now you’re panning to the camera In hand cuffs! Hands up! News reporters voice says: “It’s jerks like that that end up as supervisors…”