Dig those heels
I always think like breathing through a pillow.
I bite the bullet to give my mind a shove.
Let's hide our pills under our tongues.
Let's make a great show of swallowing.
In quiet hours we will lead the catatonics.
Tease revolutions out from their graves.
Make them dance 'til the irony is chronic. (Lockdown)
In the ballroom, our legs go on for days.
Well, don't call me easy;
I'm dragging in the dirt
Like the dog I am.
Don't be so proud of your mongrel past;
You could be thoroughbred for all they care,
You're still a b**h to them.
O, brother, when they come for us,
Let's rip out our larynxes with fracricidal choruses!
We're gonna dig those heels!