| Lyric | Song Title |
| Tomorrow when I wake up, I’m finding my brother and making him take me back down to the water | |
| And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road. And he said 'Officer, officer, you’ve got the wrong man.' | |
| Let's have a nice clean cut / Like a bag we buy and divy up | |
| Besides we all are making money / And we are all ****ing alone / And we don't know what we are doing | |
| And if it seems like an accident / A collage of senselessness / You aren't looking hard enough | |
| No, no, I think it is more like a ghost that's been following us both | |
| The angry are animals senseless and savage / they act without order in logical lapses | |
| Well, kindness is a card game or a bent-up cigarette / In the trenches, in the hard rain with the bullet and a bet | |
| I just keep drinking the poison and smoking the cartons / A pack and a half a day | |
| Like a bad habit / The one you couldn't kick / There it always is | |
| I get cocaine from this girl I met and my brother buys me alcohol | |
| And no one's sure how all of this got started, but we're gonna make 'em goddamn certain how it's gonna end / Oh yeah we will! | |
| It's exploding bags, aerosol cans / Southbound buses, Peter Pan / They left it up to us again | |
| They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves / But I'm workin' all weekend / I need to get paid | |
| As they stare down at their books and realize they have been lied to / But if this is real then I was mistaken | |
| And I close the door and I rest my head on the tile floor | |
| Now ghosts they have their secrets and they'll tell them to a few / So you could never pay attention when they're whispering to you | |
| Took a while to accept our fate and all the chance it eliminates / Once we did, there was nothing to pretend | |
| You always tell me anyone could be just like me | |
| Theres a show we can see at the base outside of town / Where the planes they turn circles in the air | |
| But me, I'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue / There's a muddy field where a garden was | |
| You should wash your hair more / You should look more like us | |
| If your thoughts should turn to death / Gotta stomp them out, like a cigarette | |