it’s open season for reigning men so wheel us around again just for a moment can we pretend the conversation’s open-ended a body moving with brain in tow i shout as the cancer grows so carve a rut for my family line automatic and out of time
art stale, faces pale flip the channel keep my mind in a jail what’s left, who’s got the right i only wanted to leave on a light tonight
i live and breathe in a painted dome an image of home sweet home so systematic and so remiss the fists of a pacifist i’m stumbling at the starting gun and i’m not the only one automatic predictable punch my card, believe in something
clever rage, i’m amazed the door is open but i’m still in the cage must confess, i’m a mess i only wanted to leave an impression i think i thought of you in a flash, in a hole in the night i think i’ve got to ride ride the light
art stale, faces pale flip the coin and keep on chasing our tails what’s left, who’s got the right only one of us will live out the night i think i thought of you as the uniforms were taking our names i think i’ve got to ride ride the light.