How are we supposed to know what's real?
The dirt, the bread, the snow, the rusty steel?
Something in the neighborhood's not right
Let's stay indoors until the break of light
The clones, they've always said to stay in line
But I'd rather die than piss away my time
A fruit's diseased by altered seeds and dyes
So take a pill and trust the doctor's lie
You walk the hours back
Every night a twelve pack
Stoned
They're all stoned
We walk the hours back
Television soundtrack
Drones
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
Here's my box, enveloped in a giant force field
Down on my knees, filthy
I made a mistake
You were the drug that I couldn't shake
You were the habit that I couldn't break
Lying awake for 8 hours straight
I'm a rotten human
On your way
On your way
On your way
On your way
On your way
On your way
On your way
You walk the hours back
Every night a twelve pack
Stoned
They're all stoned
We walk the hours back
Television soundtrack
Drones
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't
No I won't