Lyrics

[Verse One] How clever of you to be this way You better believe they'll start their reign They all live inside the same dead landscape And you'd better believe they'll strike today How clever of you, happy and gay For you have tricked the grass into turning gray [Verse Two] You think you've still got a chance, if I'm not wrong Writing down these meaningless songs [Bridge] You better keep your wits right by your side Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide You better keep your wits right by your side Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide You better keep your wits right by your side Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide There's something here that owns this place And it'll break your, oh so pretty, face You better keep your wits right by your side Or else they'll drift away to the cyanide There's something here that owns this place And it'll break your, oh so pretty... Face