Pushing Corn

Please don't wake your mother up
 Tell her where to go, you know it's wrong
 You can find direction from
 Wagons on the road you know are lost
 Or you could hang around
 Show me this town from the underground
 Or you could hang around
 Pushing corn
 When the bones of shade
 Are different than of that before
 The approach you take
 Dead on the kitchen floor
 Shakes will come
 Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah
 When we're done
 There's nothing that we can't control
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 We have got technology
 I promise it will get you off
 But it won't take you back
 To your former self
 Back to a form of self
 Back where I could hang around
 Leaving underground
 All I really need to know
 Of how your god it was so low
 And all your friends
 Oh, they won't help you now
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 Or you could hang around
 Digging underground
 For all you really need to know
 Of how your god it was so low
 And all your friends
 They'll be on your side now
 
 When the bones of shade
 Are different than of that before
 The approach you take
 Dead on the kitchen floor
 Shakes will come
 Drugs that you know are wrong, yeah
 When we're done
 There's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
 When we're done there's nothing that we can't control
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