IntroVerse 1I Like The Look Of MotorcyclesBut I Can't Take The SoundOr The Low AmericanaBut That Shit Passed On The GroundLouis Was A PatriotBut I'm Not Made For CrowdsSomeone Told Me, "Crowds Are Liquid"Fill The Glass Up By The MouthSpread Them Out In A Single FileAsk Them One Long Question Each"When You Finally Meet Your MakerWill You Preface With A Speech?"Will You Say, "The World Is ChangingAnd My Mind's Not Fast Enough?"Feed You Vast InformationAnd Remember How To LoveIntrumentalVerse 2I'd Say I'm IntelligentBut I Can't Read A BookNo One Warnеd Me To Be WaryOf A Strain That Pains You LookingI Think It Is EvеrythingWho Cares For What They Took?What's The Point Of Any Privilege?We Are Fish On Shiny HooksIf You Hook 'Em When They're NascentIf You Snag 'Em When They're YoungThis Is How You Build An ArmyI'm A Cold Man's Rising SonHere's The Brightest Of A NationIn A Wide PanopticonKeep Them Busy With Each OtherAs The Real War Wages OnSo We Seek A Modern ProphetAs The Cycle Follows ThroughBut How Can One Thing Be Omniscient?When There's This Much, Nothing's TrueSo When We Finally Meet Our MakerAnd The Judgement Passes DownWe Will Say, "The World Is Changing"They'll Say, "It Just Spins Around"ChorusPick Us Up And Pour Us OutPick Us Up And Pour Us OutPick Us Up And Pour Us OutPick Us Up And Pour Us OutPick Us Up And Pour Us OutPick Us Up And Pour Us Out
