Lyrics:

Black scene leather kid, real Ameri-kid
Shove off or move my mountain
Calm these bitter bears and I'll thank you
For punching a hole and sinking my balloon
Nag my conscience, inferior conscience
Like I'm a lunatic waiting to scream
Henpecked by heroes with kingdoms of none
We're baking like mice in the sun
You are following
You are following
You were hoping to find something to shine
But you are out of your mind
To be so in love with this capitol world
Searching, you go searching for fawna
With absinthe in your coffee
And a gun in your hand
You should not be hunting for ghosts in this land
I say…. I say…. my God, I say
You are following
You are following
You were hoping to find something to shine
But you are out of your mind
To be so in love with this capitol world

Skeletons in your head, open your mind, you'll find…
Swing high, swing low
You are following
You are following
You were hoping to find something to shine
But you are out of your mind
To be so in love