Pterodactyls In America
Текст песни Keith

(Verse 1)
Turn it off, the sound's like a gun in my mouth
Ready to recieve, I can't even talk, I go one way

I think I'm sick, want to cut these strings from my hands
Minds on fire, can't think straight I'm losing touch

Find solutions in a bottle, pills for the afflicted
Sedated so they'll die defending this

(Chorus)
Mobilize the troops
Fuel the jets and load the bombs
Burn it down
There's perfection in the end

(Verse 2)

Cut me off, I don't think this place is for me
Drown it out with the sound of burning bridges

Stopped working, reward is a snake in the grass
In a suit, in america, whooaa

Society's a war against ourselves
The only weapons we have are what it provides

(Chorus)
Mobilize the troops
Fuel the jets and load the bombs
Burn it down
There's perfection in the end.