Pterodactyls In America - Keith lyrics

(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 gra** 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.