Census

It's everything you thought they'd like Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes You're a paper head on a backbone of fire Always asleep, but never tired Such a social heart You can wrap it up Takes too much to hide In your afterlife We watched the crashing sky 'til 3 On the radio, they found your keys So super dazed by what you carry And free as trees, bright and buried But you can't think straight You can't think straight Such a social heart You can wrap it up Takes too much to hide Until the afterlife