Sun is rising
Black is turning blue
Look out buddy, Noah’s calling,
“Jesus man, what did you do?”

Psychic terrorists
In the upper room
Left foot, right foot, that’s the ticket
You’ll be back on top real soon

Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives?
Just 20 minutes before the boat capsized
If you want an answer it’s anybody’s guess
I’m treading water as I bleed to death

What’s your politics? What’s your religion?
What’s your intake, your reason for living?

In your compositions
At the start of every song
Find you waking in the morning
Always there to greet the dawn

Trouble sleeping
My alarm goes off
So you want to hangout at the gallows?
Those guys get an early start

Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives?
Just 20 minutes before the boat capsized
If you want an answer it’s anybody’s guess
I’m treading water as I bleed to death

What’s your politics? What’s your religion?
What’s your intake, your reason for living?