Future Foe Scenarios [UK Edit]

The things we laid do not amount to much

Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such

This revolution baby
Proves who you work for lately

Release the castaways who run amok
From self appointed winds which blow and such

When present tense gets strangled in the mire

Made of our cozy decomposing wires

Who do you work for baby
And does it work for you lately
But when the night is over
And the walls start burning

When fire starts to matter
And the clock is churning

Cliches and other chatter
Keeps our minds from learning

Our minds from learning

It's alright it's alright

The things we laid
Do not amount to much

Made up of thought balloons
And cotton swabs

When present tense gets strangled
In the woes

Made of our future foe scenarios

This revolution baby

Proves who you work for lately

Who do you work for baby

And does it work for you lately

But when the night is over
And the walls keep linking

When fire starts to matter
And the clock keeps sinking

Cliches and other chatter
Keeps our minds from
Thinking

Our minds keep thinking

It's alright it's alright it's alright

It's alright
That's when it turned on me

A motorcade of 'meant to be's
Parades of beauty queens
Where soft entwines make kindling
These many detailed things
Like broken nails and plastic rings
Will win by keeping me
From speaking to my new darling
And there's no way to know
Our future foe scenarios
That's when it turned on me
Where bobby pins hold angel wings

It's alright it's alright

It's alright it's alright

It's alright it's alright