respect
the measure of a self-made man
paragon, pissed-off king parasite
night shifts, how the subjects do get restless
and check
the armor on the ice-cream van
chiming it s a small world after all
but it s still too big to go defenseless
it s story-time in the street of spies
let s tuck you in again
shit-talking at midnight
ballistics in the searchlight sky
wonder bread for generations
who wouldn t pay for stronger medication?
it s story-time in the street of spies
let s tuck you in again
surface and dive, survive, survive
and get sucked in again
to the shadowed shell
on the carousel
surveyor for new maps of hell
get selective sight
& everything s all right
you can t fall off the floor, right?
but you can perfect
the special kind of self-respect
we ve come to expect
brick-bats in the rain
the cops are on the way
the hours grind away like any other day
it s story-time in the street of spies
let s tuck you in again
surface and dive, survive, survive
and get sucked in again
to the shadowed shell
on the carousel
surveyor for new maps of hell
I got selective sight
but nothing is all right
we re falling off the floor tonight