Follow the Fool

You've got it oh so bad
But don't start the long way home
The failed ones just go to show that you're better off with us.

You've got it bad.

Soon they will empty out the tanks
And the water will then fill the streets
So without a boat to build.

Dear Sir or current resident,
This letter's sent to inform you of things you may have missed.

Tread the deep, learn to swim or let it wash you out to sea.

It seems that all the colors faded
And all the beds you once had laid in
Are now just whispers in the halls.

He truly was our number one
We may have struck our glances once
And had he ever given word I'd eat my kids,
Sell my shit, and hit the road screaming
We've got a war to fight
For fear they've stolen all the fun
We've got the end in sight
But we won't last till dawn.

So follow, just swallow.
We'll all go (down) while he tows all our hopes right of the back door.