Bastards
Bowing to the rot
Uprisings Off
For every soul in hell
Plant sugar in the crops
Time to roll the simians in clay
Homeless
Bitter queen of cops
Fire into the ground
Stand everything you've got
Up to the seven fingered hand
That picks the nose of pollen bombs in shame

Now unemployed
Not picking those boxes anymore
Cop bills on phones
Not working for discs forever
In New Norfolk
Now I'm standing under tubes on fire
Out in the cold
I see a dead star's rising

And Marx says it's part, of my heart
The beat, the blood it pumps
Through the dark

But I know
I don't feel safe here anymore
But I'll stay
Because safety's such a bore
Out on my own
No place to call my home
And I'll roam
Forever

If anyone says
Just stay home
Don't roam for years
For work, for none
And now here's
I saw, worse things, to come
So don't sleep employed
To file report

Marlow says it's safety, through jobs
Some small social connection called love

But I know
I don't feel safe here anymore
But I'll stay
Because safety's such a bore
Out on my own
No place to call my home
And I'll roam
Forever

But I know
I don't feel safe here anymore
But I'll stay
Because safety's such a bore
Out on my own
No place to call my home
But I'll roam
Forever
Forever