Me Ed Loyce

The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to birds
is as crazy as the commute on their way from home to work

well hey ya'll! We're gonna get apocalyptic!
And need it to be just so damn apocalyptic!
We're all down to get down. Down down to get down.
If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain

    Let the foxes dig holes in the stations
    Ain't this such a grand new dark age!
    Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Asbury park!

In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller

No one around here ever seems to notice the mountains awaiting out east

                            so we've got to get down just to get down
                            and we keep on tracking the beast
Bass/keys/drums Instrumental///

   so do you hear the tune of a thousand
   trampled streets they sing me off to sleep
   where I am chased by stampeding machines
   only to awake to give into the chase all again x2