Or Form.

They sink down deeper While still dodging the creeper Of the blue collar classic motif Let it fall into the sea With your perfect posture Still a crooked spine While the flume you protect starts to leak Can't buy pride with good intentions Whoa whoa

Call out all my demons, tell them I will take the fall, I'm sick of all these headaches, from banging my head against the WALL! I wrap myself in cellophane, to blend into the streets, I won't tell where I'm hiding until the blood gets to my FEET! So