Cobra Feet Lyrics - Singles - Thunderbirds Are Now!

Make believe. 

Practicing to deceive. 

Fake mirage. 

Dressed up in camouflage. 

Crimes. 

Jail. 

Posting all of your bail. 

Please behave. 

Roll around in your grave. 

Yes, it's a mess, 

But we're here to clean up. 

Yes, I confess, 

It's a mess; we'll clean up. 

Aghast. 

Appalled. 

Whatever it is called. 

Erect. 

Tall. 

Like a good animal. 

Ears. 

Eyes. 

The last breath before it dies. 

Teeth. 

Blood. 

Roll around in the mud. 

Yes, it's a mess, 

But we're here to clean up. 

Yes, I confess, 

It's a mess; we'll clean up. 

Who picks up the roadkill when it's dead? 

Who reads a book they can't comprehend? 

Why is blood blue while we see red? 

Who understands a thing I just said?