The Jig Is Up

The jig is up-

We're throwing our clocks out the window

Make for high ground

And watch the sun's blood over Mexico

Come back kid, forget what you did

Forget where you've been

My poor long lost twin

Long lost twin

We kick through the shards

Of the white plastic domes of the Moneymen

The dust of the stars and the burned out controls of the mind-machine

Day bears the night, night bulls the day

It just don't seem right to just piss it away

Piss it away