| Days of pain that leave your body shakin' |
| Make you want to tear a hole right through the door |
| Life will peak when rhythms speak, steady courses and in better days |
| And you’ll feel the load coursing through your blood |
| See the changeling, shifting and shaping |
| Always there, putting on a show |
| The hallowed sound from roots deep in the ground |
| No hurricanes or floods can keep it down |
| Face to face with troops of doppelgängers |
| Never really knowing just exactly who to trust |
| Speak your mind, but mind your speech |
| When ladders give, you’ll lose your teeth |
| And it’s a long way to the bottom rung |
| You can fake it, you might even make it |
| But the damage that was done ain’t gone |
| It’s so laissez-faire just let it be |
| You couldn’t understand it if you’re not from here |
| The vestiges claimed before we came back-shame |
| Upon your pitiful pride, can’t you look in my eyes? |
| You fucking goddamn joke |
| Go take another toke a line |
| A bump, your broken record skipped |
| We just flipped the script, we’ll take it back |
| Day to day, it’s keep up with the Joneses |
| And from the looks of things, I see you jones for more |
| Keep denying things of common knowledge |
| The spotlight shines on you forevermore |
| You can shake me, you might even break me |
| But you’ll never keep me on the floor |
| The hallowed sound from roots deep in the ground |
| No hurricanes or floods can keep it down |
| You can’t shake me |
| You can’t break me |
| You goddamn joke |