[Verse 1: Sims]
Break the wiring harness, stop the cameras
Snakes are firing arms and block the answers
Clouded plots blow spots with robot newscasters
After two masters shoot whispers through roof rafters
[Verse 2: Cecil Otter]
Ay, yo
Pass it on to the next master gone street merchant
Next person to purchase a version of these freak’s words
And playtime might make time stand still
Saluting riots and looting, it’s a primetime kill
[Verse 3: Sims]
Take me back to the way it used to be
Usually move my feet, now I stand still
While your will choose defeat
Chew some pills so you can sleep
Only to wake to 9 to 5 to life and can’t escape your fate, right?
[Verse 4: Cecil Otter]
Ay, yo
Turn on your break lights and turn left wing
Let’s sing “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”
And carry it to the burial ground around the corner
Warm your order forms born from your shorter thorns
Torn from your garden
[Verse 5: Sims]
Choose your corporate credit card
While the senate scars the tenants
Lieutenants mar the menace peasants
While the medic yawns and turns his head in pillow dreams
20,00 leagues deep in American Dream sleep soliloquies
Killing me with free speech
[Verse 6: Cecil Otter]
Impediment residents don’t know a goddamn thing
About the irrelevant tenements
I’m not dancing
To the ranting and raving
Paving paths past the mating season
Leaving dreamers breeding in the land of the lost
Now you’re dreamin'
[Bridge: Sims & Cecil Otter]
[?] before you love the joy of life each day
Ah-uh
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the truth, the life, the way
Ah-ah
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the joy of life each day
Ah-ah
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the truth, the life, the way
When the saints go marching in I’ll market them to demons
[Verse 7: Cecil Otter]
Can you pull this cannibalist out of the animal’s fist
With a Hannibalistic wit, you’ll fit me in your schedule
Hidden in your incredible edible head full of skull snaps
That’s that for the dull raps
[Verse 8: Sims]
And I see you knocking back cheap bourbon
You’re fucking knees hurting and you can’t be a complete person
Cause that sheet’s certain to make a stereotype
Paper Tiger keeps the stereo tight, I make the burial rights
[Verse 9: Cecil Otter]
I was buried alive riding merry-go-rounds around the burial grounds
Lounging in the fucking lap of luxury
Like ooh, barracuda
I could swear that you were in the school, who bears the fruit of their labor
[Verse 10: Sims]
Fuck that pay dirt, got me reaching for the razor
This one’s for the racist that mocks the caged bird
The one that gives my dumb skull crumbs for a day’s work
That’s why I write a song about fire bombs, fuck Viacom
[Verse 11: Cecil Otter]
Sing me a song that’s long and meaningful
Pull me into your premise baby make me want it bad news
Sad moves, truth is a monsoon
Dressed up in costumes on Fox News
[Verse 12: Sims]
Let me mock you to sleep sleepy headbanger
Got to wait your turn to earn your turn through the turnstile
[Verse 13: Cecil Otter]
Schemes form four peace wars with taskforce
For more resources for gas whores
Dream
[Bridge: Sims & Cecil Otter]
[?] before you love the joy of life each day
Ah-uh
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the truth, the life, the way
Ah-ah
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the joy of life each day
Ah-ah
You're dreamin', you're dreamin'
[?] before you love the truth, the life, the way
When the saints go marching in I’ll market them to demons
[Outro: Sims & Cecil Otter]
American dream, and you're killing yourself
American dream, and you're killing yourself
You're dreamin'
When the saints go marching in, I'll market them to demons
You're dreamin'
You're dreamin'
