Census

Its everything you thought they like

Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes

You're a taper head on a back bone of fire

Always a sleep but never tired

Such a social harp

You can wrap it up

It takes too much to hide

In your afterlife

We watch the crushing sky till three

On the radio they found your keys

So Super days By what you carry

Free as trees Bright and berry

You can't think straight

You can't think straight

Such a Social harp

You can wrap it up

It takes too much to hide

Until the afterlife