Lyrics

Every- Every church... Every church in CST At noon, their bells all play They must have heard when I blasphemed And dumped the broadcast delay We should move and start anew Can we do no better? I don't know if I see you Firing up a thresher Watch the puppet master's mouth Third avenue is a wasteland Clenched my fists the whole way down We all scratch the same itch And corn salad is a benefit Just past 7:59 I would guarantee That half the clocks in mountain time Scream concurrently Would you like that, cosmically? Or would you rather it later? Translating your poetry Temporally belabored Been so cold in here for days The highway is a minefield Ground my teeth down to a paste We all champ the same bit Corn salad is a benefit No more bridges left to burn This country is an island Found the point of no return In the smiling pit Corn salad is a benefit Corn salad is a benefit