Change the Channel

Lyrics for Change the Channel

Change the channel, the way to making your face hurt Make the most of it, short days in the basement Free bar in the nail bed, breast milk in the green file Clip sheets in the corner, asbestos is best before breakfast Make the language, run the code through the cipher Roll the yellow wire, scroll notes on the brick wall Flitters in the eardrum, mouthpiece in the talon Blue lights on the big wall, frequencies are easily leaking Cut the camera, someone's bright, I'm rather dumb Aim the laser sight, no one's supposed to be here anymore Catch your breath, gas can at the ready, lighter on the floor Cockles wet, glisten, listen closely and everything is very important Listing off a series of colors along with numbers That correspond to the proper coordinates as If ordinary, all of it committed to memory and your mission is missionary meeting As fuck that's what they said that the academy had to be perfectly pressed Present and counted, accountable for the best and the worst of your fellow men Gentlemen, did you remember then to pull the yellow wire Ah, fuck SOS, update POS, he is TOA SA where's your fast? Where's your breath? Might not be okay Breathe okay, he called DOC, say he's on the way Gone away, listen closely, everything is very important Change channel, the noise is making your nose bleed Make the most of it, ink block for the cockroach Dark board for the boredom, outpost in the old stars Earth trap for the sunlight, shifting into two for two days yet Clean the language, turn the sound to the spectrum Pull the cable out, smoke signals in Morse code Rob meat in the salt bath, gum bleed for the lead in air Start stringing like those inflating cars, the rain for the poker Lose the fire, someone's just over the hill Get the rifle out, if you see their eyes, you get to kill Get your breath, are they stars or spaceships? Always hard to tell Brought your brothers up there, listen closely, everything is very important Maybe they need bodies for building whatever's up there But the way they take in bodies, they dig Give up the planet for a little bit of space, oh for sure Give up the fight because they say it ain't as placey with spit If he could, but he can't, the tongue is dry as a bitch I got to dry this bitch Counting the time, it don't matter, he'll probably die And he could cry, but by the way, did you remember then to pull the cable out? Ah, fuck SOS, update POS, he is TOA SA, where's your fast? Where's your breath? Might not be okay Breathe okay, he called DOC, say he's on the way Gone away, listen closely, everything is very important