Manned flowers intense tremble across
Vivid stones from a far away land
So distant that the coffee stains on my shirt
Turned into brown, brown ladybugs
And wandered all over my body
Till heavy water became black and translucent and
Tales from unknown rabbits, were the only thing you can see
And they jumped across like small
Small town politicians trying to get their word across
Without using any social media or anything
Just paper, and paper, and paper and, and water
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Days like this ended in a flash in a deadly regime
And eternal fires where the fingers
And workers in the coal factories and the milk factories and the
And the butter factories, and the morning paper factories
And the morning paper was only an iPhone
The same size as a train
And there weren't any trains anymore
People had to actually walk around
And segways had been abolished, just like slavery
And it kept on going for like this, ever and ever
Nothing was ever a choice anymore
You had information all over you
And this was the only thing you can see
Off with their heads
Off with their heads (come on now)
Off with their heads (cut 'em off)
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads (come on now)
Off with their heads (cut 'em off)
Off with their heads
And even george orwell couldn't have foreseen this
There was nothing we could do anything about
There was just a world that we lived in and
We all convinced ourselves that we were artists
This was just a part of the big one
But there was no big one
