Come back to your deadpan riot.
I know it's something that you feel this time.
Well all your remedies they sound so fine.
There ain't any understanding this side.
Well, off on your own
Ill, Like the feelings fun
Yes, it's a crooked old ride
Then... we will be your slide
Hold now take a bite on your eyes
It tastes bad and yeah the chunk ain't right.
Come back to the deadpan riot.
I know it's something that you feel this time.
Tug on this and then you'll pull my side.
Dragging down just like a right rip tide.
Come back to the deadpan riot.
I know it's something that you feel this time.