Frances

[Verse 1] Frances is getting a little restless outside the birdcage Convinced they're being watched, they behave like a target Throat scratching little nomad, make yourself homesick Limited to an agenda for someone else [Chorus] Make it painstakingly, aggressively earnest Forge an appetite and gorge until it's working Get sincerity on loan Make it ironic, force it down Make it ironic, force it down Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof) Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof, hail) [Verse 2] Frances with wings too heavy plunges towards the invisible Way past the premise, where the semantics circle Watered down and drowning in proportionate panic Chasing the hailstones down into the roof [Chorus] Make it painstakingly, aggressively earnest Forge an appetite and gorge until it's working Get sincerity on loan Make it ironic, force it down Make it ironic, force it down Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof) Make it ironic, force it down (Hail hits hard on the tin roof, hail)