It's everything you thought they'd like Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes You're a paper head on a back bone of fire Always asleep but never tired Such a social heart You can wrap it up It takes too much to hide In your afterlife We watch the crashing sky till three On the radio they found your keys So super dazed by what you carry And free as trees, bright and buried You can't think straight You can't think straight Such a social heart You can wrap it up It takes too much to hide Until the afterlife