We All Got Out (Of the Army)

I called up to the district in question
A full mismatch goes anywhere with anything
Yeah anywhere with anything and everything

You know the rules

Call the crooks
Fasten the hooks
Plaster the hair

I said I'd like to have it while I'm still alive
I need it six or seven
They said, hey, you'll get five
Inches, seconds, minutes, years
Have you got the drive?

Pick up the phone

Call the crooks
Loosen the pants
Privation enhanced

Discontent and anger are the devils
On each shoulder that's missing an angel
Who's gone silent in America?

Battling, imagining the requisite
Ever consumer
The immediate of high speed delivery

One wants the commune
One wants it all
The brand name means it all

So the angel sells the trailer
Sets the kids free
And gets rid of TV
And drives off to find more

While the discontent rages on
Buying houses and big cars
Cursing who outbids the auction
Laughing the whole time
His belly floats up...

Spend the days
Moderation sits cross-legged in the corner
Of a world insane
Waiting for the rain to come down