"Salvation" lyrics
Foggy early morning
Bright blue halo
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
Yeah you hope you're reading all the right take media
Pulling the wool down like a hip knit cap
If the color matches my new drip I might need it
If they read all my private little thoughts why bother thinking
Cooking the books as the bombs fall
Feedin' ya a cryptofascist technocratic CEO
Oligarchs laughing while the bend the media
To mold the starving minds of starving folks
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Try'na catch a ride on a galactic hatchback
Back to back and back to brass tacks sneak attack
Love to tell you where to find the facts
But in the quantum state they're just undead kittens
Slurping the signs down I'm M. Night Shyamalan
It'll be the end times when you see this sign
It'll be the end times when you see this sign
But nobody can tell you what to do about it
Douglas Adams had 'em lyin' down
Paper bags
Numbing the fear give me six shots of liquor
But the Vogons and the Archons are the same ones we bow to
Make an uncharge on the credit card
You just might find yourself
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Foggy early morning
Bright blue halo
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
And he said
Oh my god
Look in the sky
I see a signpost flicker and I wonder why
Brother man can't we get out of here
There's a flight to catch to the afterlife leaving
Oh my god listen to this guy
Self aggrandize like he'll never die
The body becomes worm food don't forget it
Momento mori
Don't forget the reaper
Ravenous catabasis paralysis catalyst
I loved the sun but the sun has gone black
Transformation begs break down and back
Sisyphean, Herculean trials and tests
A dozen is nothing the wave never reaches the crest
Lions and lambs let the tax man rest
Can't stop the plot with a purer thought
It was engineered ingeniously to rule the west
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
Bright blue halo
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
Yeah you hope you're reading all the right take media
Pulling the wool down like a hip knit cap
If the color matches my new drip I might need it
If they read all my private little thoughts why bother thinking
Cooking the books as the bombs fall
Feedin' ya a cryptofascist technocratic CEO
Oligarchs laughing while the bend the media
To mold the starving minds of starving folks
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Try'na catch a ride on a galactic hatchback
Back to back and back to brass tacks sneak attack
Love to tell you where to find the facts
But in the quantum state they're just undead kittens
Slurping the signs down I'm M. Night Shyamalan
It'll be the end times when you see this sign
It'll be the end times when you see this sign
But nobody can tell you what to do about it
Douglas Adams had 'em lyin' down
Paper bags
Numbing the fear give me six shots of liquor
But the Vogons and the Archons are the same ones we bow to
Make an uncharge on the credit card
You just might find yourself
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Foggy early morning
Bright blue halo
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
And he said
Oh my god
Look in the sky
I see a signpost flicker and I wonder why
Brother man can't we get out of here
There's a flight to catch to the afterlife leaving
Oh my god listen to this guy
Self aggrandize like he'll never die
The body becomes worm food don't forget it
Momento mori
Don't forget the reaper
Ravenous catabasis paralysis catalyst
I loved the sun but the sun has gone black
Transformation begs break down and back
Sisyphean, Herculean trials and tests
A dozen is nothing the wave never reaches the crest
Lions and lambs let the tax man rest
Can't stop the plot with a purer thought
It was engineered ingeniously to rule the west
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Looking to the sky for salvation or a mushroom cloud
Strange is on your doorstep
Hanging in the window
