Election

I got the reverence for a chance to look away when I can't
You got the bad attention span too keep the peace
Talking heads under the rotting wood you stomp on brother
We've got the bottom feeding attitude you need
Verbal compost and permanent lectures
That soak like mud through the boot on my skull
Influenza in the vein
Noiseless static cling
Stomp the vision like a bug
Where it crawls

You got something to say to me, baby
You got something to say to my face
You got something to say to me, baby
You got something to say to my face

Handle with tension and sense while I'm scared
Come relieve me of morality while I'm there
On a cold black slab
See no evil
Don't care
If it ever comes right back to haunt me
Crack it open and please let me leave
Leave a piece
Of the sad sad excuse of respect that you seek
Seeping in
Leaking out of the soul in the screen
Till the next one falls asleep

You got something to say to me, baby
You got something to say to my face
You got something to say to me, baby
You got something to say to my face



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Petit, David Case
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