5678 - Fake Problems

Five, six, seven, eight

God is good but I am great

I am delusional, I am rock and roll

And you’re not gonna take it from me, no

Ain’t there something left to do around this town

The collective shared thought is that it’s all been done

And we’re not gonna do it again

Let’s do it again

Don’t let them in

They cannot be trusted

They’ve got bullets in their pockets

And blood pouring from eye sockets

Don’t let them in

They are holy ghosts

And they’re not gonna be happy til everybody’s clapping along

This place was supposed to be miraculous

But my water never turned to wine

I got a really funny feeling that I’m going to hell

If I don’t make it to heaven on time

And I stare at my reflection

I watch my chest just rise and fall

You know sometimes I wish that it did not ever

Come back up at all

Don’t let them in

They cannot be trusted

They’ve got bullets in their pockets

And blood pouring from eye sockets

Don’t let them in

They are holy ghosts

And they’re not gonna be happy til everybody’s clapping along

Five, six, seven, eight

We can bend you til you break

Don’t let them in

They cannot be trusted

They’ve got bullets in their pockets

And blood pouring from eye sockets

Don’t let them in

They are holy ghosts

And they’re not gonna be happy til everybody’s clapping

Don’t let them in

They cannot be trusted

They’ve got bullets in their pockets

And blood pouring from eye sockets

Don’t let them in

They are holy ghosts

And they’re not gonna be happy til everybody’s clapping along