Lyrics:

It's the changing of the guards, straight from mailbox to alarms and the kitty cats did scream
Oh how they howled behind the house - well the big one laying in the frying pan
Talk around the town is you've been listening
You cover it up just as fast as you
Can cause you're trying to keep it from growing and getting big

And they will all be heirs to their own thrones and old homes
Without a downtown to grow old in or a son to telephone.
And either side of paper is erupting a snake your pulling trains to Oakland in the pouring rain
Well every drop will count when they tally it up
And you always learned a lot from the deep end of faith.

The kids were pushing their fingers through tarmac on pavement
The lightning was breathing in faces
And either side of paper is erupting a snake were pulling trains to Oakland in the pouring rain
Well every drop will count when they tally it up
And you always learned a lot from the deep end of faith
And you worry yourself sick