Pushing Corn - The War On Drugs

Please don’t wake your mother up

Tell her where to go, you know it’s wrong

You can find direction from

Wagons on the road you know are lost

Or you could hang around

Show me this town from the underground

Or you could hang around

Pushing corn

When the bones of shade are different than of that before

The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor

Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong

When we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control

We have got technology

I promise it will get you off

But it won’t take you back to your former self

Back to a form of self

Back where I could hang around

Leaving underground

I all really need to know

Of how your god it was so low

And your all your friends, oh they won’t help you now

Or you could hang around

Digging underground

For all you really need to know

Of how your god it was so low

And your all your friends, they’ll be on your side now

When the bones of shade are different than of that before

The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor

Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong

When we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control

And when we’re done there’s nothing that we can’t control