Thunderbirds Are Now! - Cobra Feet lyrics

Make believe. Practicing to deceive. Fake mirage. Dressed up in camouflage. Crimes. Jail. Posting all of your bail. Please behave. Roll around in your grave. Yes, it's a mess, But we're here to clean up. Yes, I confess, It's a mess; we'll clean up. Aghast. Appalled. Whatever it is called. Erect. Tall. Like a good animal. Ears. Eyes. The last breath before it dies. Teeth. Blood. Roll around in the mud. Yes, it's a mess, But we're here to clean up. Yes, I confess, It's a mess; we'll clean up. Who picks up the roadk** when it's dead? Who reads a book they can't comprehend? Why is blood blue while we see red? Who understands a thing I just said?