Intro
Verse 1
I Like The Look Of Motorcycles
But I Can't Take The Sound
Or The Low Americana
But That Shit Passed On The Ground
Louis Was A Patriot
But I'm Not Made For Crowds
Someone Told Me, "Crowds Are Liquid"
Fill The Glass Up By The Mouth
Spread Them Out In A Single File
Ask Them One Long Question Each
"When You Finally Meet Your Maker
Will You Preface With A Speech?"
Will You Say, "The World Is Changing
And My Mind's Not Fast Enough?"
Feed You Vast Information
And Remember How To Love
Intrumental
Verse 2
I'd Say I'm Intelligent
But I Can't Read A Book
No One Warnеd Me To Be Wary
Of A Strain That Pains You Looking
I Think It Is Evеrything
Who Cares For What They Took?
What's The Point Of Any Privilege?
We Are Fish On Shiny Hooks
If You Hook 'Em When They're Nascent
If You Snag 'Em When They're Young
This Is How You Build An Army
I'm A Cold Man's Rising Son
Here's The Brightest Of A Nation
In A Wide Panopticon
Keep Them Busy With Each Other
As The Real War Wages On
So We Seek A Modern Prophet
As The Cycle Follows Through
But How Can One Thing Be Omniscient?
When There's This Much, Nothing's True
So When We Finally Meet Our Maker
And The Judgement Passes Down
We Will Say, "The World Is Changing"
They'll Say, "It Just Spins Around"
Chorus
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
Pick Us Up And Pour Us Out
