Ink Blot Test
There'll be no lettin' there'll be no lettin' up
Now tell me what you're seeing in the Rorschach
I see trouble and it's coming on a horseback
The four horseman, the sound of the war drums
Awesome! What's your poison?
Only really here for the short term
Better let it all burn, might as well
I see the devil in a short skirt, hot as hell
Gotta bounce, do the Lord's work
Sin or two before church
And all will be forgiven over liquor and an hors d'oeuvre
Poor little porcelain soldiers enforcing their Lord's will
Faith in their holsters while angels and vultures circle the same
And I'm smelling bullshit on both sides of the pulpit
The cool kids smoke cigarettes
And they sing a song of six pence
Through a hole in their withered necks
Strange lot, yin yang's got a grey tinge
Big bang, go out the same way we came in
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Fuck you man
See I understand
From atop a soapbox we're a bunch of ants
Look, science got a brand new funding grant
And made a test tube baby with guns for hands, Bang
Baby boomer, man could they get cuter?
Yo, there's kids in the military
That's why they call it infantry
Every coo a fuck you in disguise
Nice day, not a single mushroom in the sky
But I feel so alone in the globe spinning
So I jumped up and made a God in my own image
Spun a gun around a sun
Simple
Printed up a couple of bumper stickers for the gift store
Not sure what I exist for
So I think by the wishful
Drink by the fishful
I got the devil in the details
Bible in the porn stash
That's what I'm seeing in the Rorschach
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Now tell me what you're seeing in the Rorschach
I see trouble and it's coming on a horseback
The four horseman, the sound of the war drums
Awesome! What's your poison?
Only really here for the short term
Better let it all burn, might as well
I see the devil in a short skirt, hot as hell
Gotta bounce, do the Lord's work
Sin or two before church
And all will be forgiven over liquor and an hors d'oeuvre
Poor little porcelain soldiers enforcing their Lord's will
Faith in their holsters while angels and vultures circle the same
And I'm smelling bullshit on both sides of the pulpit
The cool kids smoke cigarettes
And they sing a song of six pence
Through a hole in their withered necks
Strange lot, yin yang's got a grey tinge
Big bang, go out the same way we came in
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Fuck you man
See I understand
From atop a soapbox we're a bunch of ants
Look, science got a brand new funding grant
And made a test tube baby with guns for hands, Bang
Baby boomer, man could they get cuter?
Yo, there's kids in the military
That's why they call it infantry
Every coo a fuck you in disguise
Nice day, not a single mushroom in the sky
But I feel so alone in the globe spinning
So I jumped up and made a God in my own image
Spun a gun around a sun
Simple
Printed up a couple of bumper stickers for the gift store
Not sure what I exist for
So I think by the wishful
Drink by the fishful
I got the devil in the details
Bible in the porn stash
That's what I'm seeing in the Rorschach
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
Ayy
Set 'em up, dead 'em up, pick a weapon up
There'll be there'll be no lettin' up
Get it done
My ears are burnin' I can feel the heat
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Rankine, Seth Marton
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