Lyrics:

These tin men are no nonsense
not the happiest thing
They make the call between black and white
and what grey is born in between
and they say kids your age should
be reaching for the streetlights
while banking on their reproductive organs
and the work weeks guiding light

and they say kids your age should
be reaching for the streetlights
while banking on their reproductive organs
and the work weeks guiding light

This is a bound and tired
oath/anthem of our aged
an approximate and fearful
wild of hooks to belt from caged
By bills+bills+bills then will
till nerve-ed and onenamed
you thief the you that nothing can pill tame
and sleep the sleep of
Cured kill refrain

These tin men are no nonsense
not the happiest thing
They make the call between black and white
and what grey is born in between
and they say kids your age should
be reaching for the streetlights
while banking on their reproductive organs
and the work weeks guiding light

These tin men are no nonsense...