Pigs on the road, yeah, they'll only snooze While people in cars pa** the day One thing that's sure you know we don't really need Punching the clock until knuckles bleed Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves Don't let in sun, yeah, don't let me breathe Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea Flickering ceases our punch, punching Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what you gonna do Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what you gonna do Raised in wild hills in a valley of stars Covered little faces, both wooded and sharp Time-bomb taxis, well they sit and wait Driver's got a gun and says this is the place Does it feel right? (Well, this halo's too tight) Can you move it? (I don't think that I'll try) Does it feel right? (Can I get out alive) Does it scare you? (I'm as dead as a dog) Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what we gonna do Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what we gonna do Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Does it feel right? (Punch punching, punch punching) Does it feel right? Well, we never fought more Know our head, yeah, that was nothing every single noon We gotta get out while the going is good, yeah Yeah, slow scorching down Yeah, slow scorching down Yeah, slow scorching down Punch punching, punch punching (Yeah, slow scorching down) Sheep's on the road, yeah, they'll hardly snooze While people in cars pa** the day One thing that's sure you know she don't really need Punching the clock until knuckles bleed Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves Don't let in sun, yeah, don't let me breathe Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea Flickering ceases our punch, punching Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what we gonna do Yeah, slow scorching down Well, what we gonna do Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Can you move it? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down) Can you move it? (Punch punching, punch punching)