I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
pot hole I'm sinkin' in, the more I think of the drama
So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate, wit my name on it
There's a Davy Crocket hat with a masonic fat cat under it
musket rifel spittin' at my feet
And want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I've offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin' control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned
When the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance
staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line [bad word] We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair, the vanity we share
The water line is rising and we do is stand there..

The water line is rising and we do is stand there