Pushing Corn

Please don't wake your mother up
Tell her where to go, you know it's wrong
You can find direction from
Wagons on the road you know are lost

Or you could hang around
Show me this town from the underground
Or you could hang around
Pushing corn

When the bones of shade
Are different than of that before
The approach you take
Dead on the kitchen floor
Shakes will come
Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah
When we're done
There's nothing that we can't control

We have got technology
I promise it will get you off
But it won't take you back
To your former self
Back to a form of self

Back where I could hang around
Leaving underground
All I really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
And all your friends
Oh, they won't help you now

Or you could hang around
Digging underground
For all you really need to know
Of how your god it was so low
And all your friends
They'll be on your side now

When the bones of shade
Are different than of that before
The approach you take
Dead on the kitchen floor
Shakes will come
Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah
When we're done
There's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control

When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
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