[Verse]
"Front Toward Enemy's"
Back-to-back centerpiece
Bus cables gripped,
bit lips to pick pocket the treasury
Amid the jealousy and devilry
they don't savor the razor flavored wafers
or the snifter sipping ketamine
Gretel's special recipe.
Guerrilla market targeting
Time spent with spines bent
sharpening shark teeth
Part A and Part B: parallel heartbeats.
Nuisance's crucifix fixed with an arrowhead
Won't stop, look or listen
'til the fat lady pharaoh's dead
Two sides of the same dime spinning
Mint condition.
Two sets of teeth in it's narrow edge
Bloody Mary mix mixed into the concrete
Take a tornado to air out the dirty laundry
But that kind of truth
is "to affinity and beyond" me
Unless the scripture's written
in the seesaw seat
With the same scissors used to cut corners
We've built these borders. Wolf-proof mortar
gold tooth slivers - forced into the fixtures
In hopes to stoke flames
in the name of old pictures

[Hook] x2
Stop, drop and roll with the punches
Since we could stand we've stood for something
Good for nothing smart-mouth shit heads
Live to push limits - born to push buttons

[Verse]
Second-hand smoker's cough
Sharing laughs in the joker's loft
Jumping through hoops
like poodles and troops to get the choker off
Broke or not, we don't prophesize the profit loss
Common talk doesn't come with a pocket watch
Needles and pins make the evil ones grin
but disaster averted by the rocket launch
Avoid blast off.
Looking like a winter solstice Sasquatch
Once they take the mask off,
Hart rate on a catwalk
Just left the cattle car
Adding stickers with pictures of battle scars
to already savage avatars
Thou shall not stoop to cross wounds
Despite everything they've taught, we opt not to
Waiting anxious on the dog-gone monsoon
Sporting "told you so" T-shirts,
Smiling 'til our cheeks hurt
Passing through on a pontoon
Brick, bone, stick, stone-stuffed stockings
Two hot shots of sake
and a fat bag of pizza toppings

[Hook] x2

[Verse]
"Lights, camera," crunch time
Four feet firm on the front lines
Boots laced, guns drawn,
gloves off, sun's gone
Lunch time
Punchlines laced with kerosene
Don't bury me behind the blood line
Dare to dream. Battle born.
Torn between the matadors and the Labradors
We could tackle storms - move mountains
But we're further more herbivores and crowning
Drowning in counting centuries of peasantry
Recipes for pleasantries to be burned in effigy
The slander and the candor
Can't possibly compete with chemical weaponry
We've mastered the craft of disaster
A couple barefoot bastards
Weaving through lesions with laughter
Scattered through yesterday's ashes
Lost after the last chapter
Blood > water. Swim past the fear
Sea lions denyin' their castle tiers
A refusal to follow a fossils' tracks
Bindles full of bottle caps
Shell-shocked
Suicide watch set to 1,000 O'Clock

[Outro]
Friendship bracelets
In a pavement arrangement.
When life gives you lemons
Throw 'em in the cake mix