Pickpocket

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]

In the humble stench of nativity

Hummed the smell of television snow

A faint S.O.S. flickering

Riding on the coattails of your ground zero

[Chorus 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward]

Neighborhood footprints ingrown

The daylight savings time will never know

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster

[Verse 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]

Your lovers quarrel ended up in a crawlspace

Dental identities will tell us apart

Teeth marked and bounded with sighs

"Step into my parlor," said the spider to the fly

[Chorus 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward]

Stable hoofed footprints ingrown

Cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster cold

[Post-Chorus]

Ingrown! Ingrown!

Ingrown! Ingrown!

[Bridge]

More caliber per capita

Ingrown! Ingrown!

More caliber per capita

Ingrown! Ingrown!

More caliber per capita

More, more, more caliber per capita

More, more caliber per capita

More caliber per capita

[Chorus 3: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, with Jim Ward]

Neighborhood footprints ingrown

The daylight savings time will never know

Breakfast table search team implodes

The milk cartons that pour will never know

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster cold

Of this alabaster cold