Guard Your Gates

You were savaged and shook by the cretinous crooks in your crib On the 5th of July, all that heat from the night on your lids From the crypt of your room, drilled a hole in the moon, where you hid 'Til your power supply shorted dusty & dry. That was it You never know until it's too late Some days I'd like to be the fierce competition Although I'm better off marooned in the priest caste No death by decimal score, no dean of admissions Just supporting actors, understudying the leading man It's a cold light In your spent heat You never know until it's too late Go guard your gates, Powder Keg Let the lightning in your lineage lay Down for days, Powder Keg Leave your lightning for the rest of us Your borderline protectorate Of fingers crossed & pixie dust You never know until it's too late You never know until it's too late Go guard your gates, Powder Keg Let the lightning in your Go guard your gates, Powder Keg Let the lightning in your lineage lay Go guard your gates, Powder Keg Let the lightning in your Go guard your gates, Powder Keg Let the lightning in your lineage lay