Can’t compute a drag
Inject a numbing
Trap you in a flag
An ill and idle dull recital

Pick it up and check a vital

It won’t
Erase
A sin

Innate
Kill fate
And win

Slip a sassy cig
Keep coming
and I’ll snap you like a twig
The slick and sickly summer sweaty

Kick a drum and get them ready

They’re wishing a messiah will come to their aid
If they’re twiddling their thumbs, then they’re only gonna fade

So salute to our soldiers, I’m off to meet the saints
Before I’m much older, I’m earning my paints