Clay

Lyrics for Clay

Turning red Adopting styles that seem inbred We're made of lead Stay on the pace Recoup the loot, avoid, disgrace Sink without trace It's a hoot Run ahead and blindly shoot Hit the marker, end dispute Marking time Laying boundaries out in lime A life of crime Drift away Never find the urge to play We're made of clay It's a hoot Hit the marker, end dispute Even if that point is moot It's a hoot Even if that point is moot Run ahead and blindly shoot Phasing in Wondering when it's time to begin The chances thin Emptied out No doubt it will end in a rout We lack the clout It's a hoot Run ahead and blindly shoot Hit the marker, end dispute Even if that point is moot Run ahead and blindly shoot