Sims - The veldt lyrics

This is The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell All the signs read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles Pigs and boars help themselves to more This is the Veldt, home where we know the score Ringing bells, the angels singing send help This is the place where we landed Where the drama is heavy handed Home of the heavy metal hand cannon Politicians bantering ban it Put their slogan on the banner Assessing the damage, never offering answers Around the avenue officers act like savages But any animal ravenous in the face of famine Offer them eats during election season Grandstanding, pleasing, show the reach Of the pandering There's going to be an accident But the ambulance was privatized So you bled out by the time arrived No handouts writes the jet in the sky Mercy on the seeds left behind It's over at helm, over diagnosed, over medicated Over s**ed, overrun, all the boundaries overstepped All for one is over now, waterboard art of war too overt Man overboard, over and out This The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell All the signs read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles Pigs and boars help themselves to more This is The Veldt, home where we know the score Ringing bells, the angels singing send help Live from the bottom, gasping for oxygen The biggest fear here, dying anonymous Honest as open caskets, honor is out of fashion Klonopin in the water, piranha management All gummed up so numb, so cool Keep the schools without tools now the Aim is on you The blades gaze through the haze and the fog It's all fair in the days of the brave and the dog It just goes on and on, pray for the break of dawn So we make love and song Keep mind and spirit strong But when the summer is hot, the pistols pop It's murder for martyrdom--or someone Started some And they're going to clear the spot Wrong or not so we're sliced in nice in the Year of the ox Keep it moving like the gears on the clock Birds of a feather flock Never knock, pick the lock, they're licking shots up the block And the strays ain't always hitting clay pigeons Any day could be your last, grips with the flame in it Borrowed time, take minutes And the air is so thick you could write Your name in it The sharks will find you folly in the three card molly It's all yours if you play it right dolly Home of the locked doors, come and stay the night But vultures feed on the weak and the brave alike The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell All the sign read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles Pigs and boars help themselves to more This is The Veldt, all live and all right Ringing bells, the angels singing all night