Sideways
Things are looking sideways, I'm being realistic
They're choking off the highways and stringing up the Mystic
It's nothing like the old days, caresses turn sadistic
'Cause things are looking sideways, the pig ain't got no lipstick
Bridges breaking, high heat, earth quaking
Superhero flaking out
Scream time? Numbin' our minds waste rising
Nowhere to be taken now
You know you can't pretend unless you're worshiping a fiction
We're running on film, you better look behind the diction
All the politics are cracked up, you gotta gun it through the yellow
Now it's all about the jacked up, whatever happened to the mellow
Big guns, more meat, high heat, our headphones
Drowning out the common sound
AR-15, I mean, waste rising
Sick and home, the buried route
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama never told me
Never, never told me there'd be days like this
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama never told me
Never told me there'd be days like this
I know I'm sounding like an old man, to only be complaining
I should be setting up my fruit stand and see the sun instead of raining
We're through the thick and thin now, looking for the clover
It's deeper than the skin now, the fantasy is over
Really, things are looking sideways
What happened to the romance?
It's nothing like the school days
Don't nobody wanna slow dance
They're choking off the highways and stringing up the Mystic
It's nothing like the old days, caresses turn sadistic
'Cause things are looking sideways, the pig ain't got no lipstick
Bridges breaking, high heat, earth quaking
Superhero flaking out
Scream time? Numbin' our minds waste rising
Nowhere to be taken now
You know you can't pretend unless you're worshiping a fiction
We're running on film, you better look behind the diction
All the politics are cracked up, you gotta gun it through the yellow
Now it's all about the jacked up, whatever happened to the mellow
Big guns, more meat, high heat, our headphones
Drowning out the common sound
AR-15, I mean, waste rising
Sick and home, the buried route
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama never told me
Never, never told me there'd be days like this
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama never told me
Never told me there'd be days like this
I know I'm sounding like an old man, to only be complaining
I should be setting up my fruit stand and see the sun instead of raining
We're through the thick and thin now, looking for the clover
It's deeper than the skin now, the fantasy is over
Really, things are looking sideways
What happened to the romance?
It's nothing like the school days
Don't nobody wanna slow dance
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hall, Peter Yanowitz, Matthew Katz-bohen
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