King of the Ostriches

At night, their lamps and lit kerosene
Make rounds through the city corralling the citizenry
Our homes are all drenched in gasoline
We better watch what we say
Or they may make a fiery scene

And the philosophy here makes no sense to me
It's not the way it should be
Are we not seeing the same thing?
And the veracity in which you seem to believe it's really staggering
It goes something like this

Bury your head deep in the sand
Ignore any common sense
Silence the voice inside your head
Put your faith in the good one
King of the Ostriches

My head is like a wild carousel
Spun off of it's hinges
Why is everybody looking at me?
I guess I'm kind of making a scene
I shouldn't say what I'm thinking
They may make an example of me

And Nosferatu's doppelgänger on the loudspeaker
He's licking his lips
They're really eatin it up, quick
Show our guest to the great guillotine
Where we play bobbing for apples
You'll look great on my mantle

Bury your head deep in the sand
Ignore any common sense
Silence the voice inside your head
Put your faith in the best of us
King of the Ostriches



Credits
Writer(s): Laine Donaldson
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