Tom Biller - Future Foe Scenarios lyrics

The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood, loose stones, and such This revolution, baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self-appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for, baby? And does it work for you lately? But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock's still churning Clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from learning Our minds keep learning It's alright, it's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution, baby Proves who you work for maybe Who do you work for, baby? And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start linking When fire starts to matter and the clock's still sinking Clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from thinking Our minds keep shrinking It's alright, it's alright It's alright. It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins held angel wings