Lyrics
Capistrano swallow
Answer to your inner voice, and please return
God installed that radar
In your pointy little beak, so you'd return
Epileptic surgeons
With their eyes X'd out attend to torn up kid
You salivate and reckon
With all the sick things that you did
The secondary stumbles 'cause the cadence
Of the count has lead them astray
Pray their intuition leads them crashing
Into bodies in a perfect way
But I, I, saw you reeling in a parking lot
I, I, saw you rallying 'round a parking lot
Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper
No, there is no leeway
You're standing on the freeway in love
Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave
(The Hexx)
Architecture students are like virgins
With an itch they cannot scratch
Never build a building 'til you're 50
What kind of life is that?
Stalled out on an escalator
Wishing which way to return, up or down
My Palestinian nephew
Got his face blown off in a dusty craft
