Dread twenty-seventeen, eighteen
Air horn age
Age of horn blowing
Mental corkscrew
Starwipe to gloom
Pulling cork, snoring out all day
Woke up in the stadium district
Here is the thing, here is the thing
Hey, now later the hour
Now you know innovative thievery in parking structures
Landing least of the horrors
Least of the horrors
At least they are well fit, well
Here is the thing, here is the thing
Old billionaire dead, buried in his hair shirt
New face loves surveillance, comic sans
Parroting an ape
Here is the thing, here is the thing
From foot to gut, come on stone, quicken stone
Pass through, pass without pain
Take everything, reach rock roll, reach rock roll
Pass through silent, put shiny bezoars fresh in the pot
For sales, from an old goat and the gut
Here is the thing, here is the thing
And it will be with you for the rest of your life
It lives in your home
Under the roof and floor, every room
In the ground
In the day
In the grind of the day
It grows fat off your fear
And it will be with you for the rest of your life
Here is the thing, here is the thing, there's a thing
It makes you choose between necessity and health
Anything can do what you do
It drops like dung both poverty and wealth
Here is the thing giggling and gagging false test
Time to pull the profits from their chest
Here is the thing, here is the thing
Here is the thing, the disease, come fix my roof, yeah
Here is the thing, here is the thing
