Like a tiger they will chase you down
With words instead of claws

They will seduce you till you reach the point
to let yourself get mauled

The worse reality gets the less you wanna hear about it
Solidarity can be difficult when you’ve got cool stuff to lose

I wanna be a 7-foot zombie
the pay is low but I gotta do something
I’m at the mall, the song is bumping. There goes my future wife in a little red jumpsuit
I’m going away to the country
Don’t wander off too far
I’m going out my mind
Throwin' all my plans out the window
Don’t wanna waste my life
I’ll see you on the other side

I’ve been thinking about what I want to say
But I’m an old man now, at least that’s what they tell me anyway

We’ve been expanding on our greatness
Building future ruins
We’re building castles from the bones of dead trees
Molded from the shattered houses of the dead sea

I moved away to the country
I had to change my way
But I kinda miss you now

Stockbrokers flying out the window, I kinda miss that sound
'Don't wanna wake up Pa'

I can’t wait, I’m going shopping
I’m at the mall, and the song is bumpin’
I want to be a 7-foot starfish
above the law like good little puppet

I’m going back to the city
I’m ‘bout to lose my mind
I’m gonna stay alive
I’m climbing out through the window
I miss the shops and malls
I’m gonna meet you there

Still throwing my phone out the window
I’m gonna soothe my soul
Can’t wait I’m going shopping

If you’re better than me you don’t have to judge me