Damon's monkey wrench is under the wire
My half baked plan's deep sixed
That shyster Kevin just raped my knuckles
Now they got me under the limbo stick
I'm going to work I'm paying my dues
And digging up stuff I lack
Cause people like them they need pure gold
Not amateurs riding on their backs
That dead zone wakeup call
Got a touchstone and all
Well my telephone lost reception
But that broadcast comes in fine
Smoke signals rising up now
From your transmitter to mine
And those white horses are coming
Stampeding for the coast line
Yeah my wasteland found redemption
In that doomsday tide
Gripping on the rush of an epiphany buzz
Now I'm back to square one
Racking my brains about the bugs in the shrink ray
Eyes wide on a naive ocean
I'm feeling steady and calm on these alpha waves
And taking St Paul's advice
A network of lights on a pitch black sea
Got a transformation in my sights
That dead zone wakeup call
Got a touchstone and all
Well my telephone lost reception
But that broadcast comes in fine
Smoke signals rising up now
From your transmitter to mine
And those white horses are coming
Stampeding for the coast line
Yeah my wasteland found redemption
In that doomsday tide