The Paper Chase - The Small Of Your Back The Nape Of Your Neck (The Blizzard) lyrics

We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs We are the understudies in the side view We will come to you then with your hats in our hands Can we get an amen? We are the bodies dumped in the forest We are the the patients at the bottom of the donor list We know spite never sleeps so we rinse and repeat But we never get clean We will scream out your name in the meadow Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel 'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting And by his design he must know we're starving Don't curse it don't work you'll be cursed for cursing Don't hurt it don't work you'll be hurt for hurting 'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling It's getting more colder it's apropos I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me We're the sudden we're the random acts of what I can only call mayhem We're not willing to change we're not willing to try We're the "good enough guys" When the ship comes in, he's gonna be there waving those ba*tards in And when the votes get count, he'll be demanding the recount And when the checks will clear, he's gonna be the pickpocket swatting at your rear To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear God only knows how cold it's getting And by his design he must know we're starving Of course we won't help it won't help for helping Of course it won't work we won't work for working 'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands from our suitors Forever we're kicked up the a** by the future I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me He's got the whole world in his hands