This country's lost its nerve
What do you say to that?
Was born without a curve
Intended to be flat
Old ideas
Go out the window
And it feels
Like I was standing below
Hey 911, I think we got an issue
I just hit up Costco and we're out of paper tissue
I'm cracking up baby, and feeling concerned
The floor's turned to lava and my mom's out of work
She's pushing sixty-eight
And I'm staying up pretty late
I know who coming first
I know who gets it last
And something's gotta burn
Observe this broken glass
You might say
To move along now
But not me and not my friends
I am afraid we will be standing in the way
Try again if you must, we won't go down just like that
Hey 911, alert your next official
I just called the cops and what we got was non-judicial
We've all seen the news now, don't make me come out
I've spent the last fifteen weeks just stuck inside my own house
And I've got it pretty good
Much better than I should
Hey 911, I told you not to go there
Who's gonna be next, my baby sister or your bro there?
I've got a bad feeling, the room's heating up
There's flames in the window and all I've got's this empty cup
So tell me what's the plan?
I'm not a patient man