Subtle - Red, White & Blonde lyrics

After all, no one has to has these days, since eating one's own shell is sos... so depressing Scouring your liquid rack For those first few rats Euthanizing the young slick horse you might've high rode in on the white and blue earth, love with your eyes open No one spits out mother's milk at twenty one wearing their umbilical Caught outside their clothing on a highschool dance hall sits Rushing deep blue purple clothes, their eyes alone And poem, and poem, and poem These are the days that'll be Red white and, (x16) And poem, (x8) These are days of anyone being gone The days of mind convincing any gray god Time of uncertainty NOISE And expensive genetic engineering The time bright black clothes Behold the information age, and it's molecular nitpicking These are salutations from the nebulous and smoking These space settings of american cancer society Hold fork and feud old the terrible break And poem, (x4) These are the days that will forever be Red white and, (x16) And it goes a little something like: Are you busy? Losing yourself At the aerospace museum Hand sign gone strong, eyes starting to water And there in the sun Which beats fear into your wallet Waking up your victim to befriend cops At last coming cleaning, feeling life like You wanting to test the cool waters of fallen for god With the down arrows going in beyond where I want And the members telling you "it's the USA, is indicative"