Текстове на песни: Headphones. Natural Disaster.

Here I thought the drinks were free,
But all the time they were grooming me
To be the egg that laid the golden goose.
Now I know we disagree, but soon enough we will all be free
(It is?) to worship any way I choose.

But you will wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster
To come around
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
To crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you.

Cause now we're taking over
And no one is the wiser
With Mexican and Negro
Cabinet Advisors

I cut down the cherry tree
And then my mother confronted me;
I told her I could never tell a lie.
Cause I have integrity
If you had been there then you'd agree.
That no one wants to hear the truth.

What do you want from me?
Can't you see that I'm a talking puppet?
And when someone pulls my strings
I'm bound to work and I suggest you follow suit.

If you would wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster to come around
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
To crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you.