Your song and dance routine Bears all the markings of a machiavellian scheme The shadows you cast Over your shadowy past Do the trick for now But you know they won't last The curtain will fall With the crumbling walls Like a dirty rat, you will scurry and crawl Under cover of night But your cover's been blown By a mighty wind You will howl and you'll moan You're sh** out of luck Down to your last dime When the thunder cracks It will rattle your spine You'll drop to your knees Like a prodigal son You'll long for your home But you'll find you have none And you're done, done, done So done So very done Your cat and mouse charade Boasts all the fanfare of a single float parade The ballot's been stuffed With envy and lust The vices you grew Pushed you right to the cusp But you can't shake your past Your flags at half-mast Your pillars seem strong But you know they won't last You're riddled with holes You're riddled with words Speaking in tongues But you've never been heard You fall down on all fours And you slither off-shore At a deafening speed With a deafening roar You crack and you strain And the poisonous rain Comes down with a sound And true fury of pain Born from the lake of our home Home, sweet home