Guards

We're kids on the corner, we're sure as hell

That daddy's got a gun that he cannot draw

We hear you're carrying yours as well

We're calling, we're calling, we're calling

We're calling you

Christians and cutters we all confess

On twenty-one channels, each day one less

You can't keep shooting the camera test

We're calling, we're calling, we're calling,

We're calling

Some guards call it the forward slash

Others can't talk with a knife in their back

We're call call calling

We're call call calling

We're calling

Got a king but he's selling his robe

A kid kissed him and he turned to a toad

The queen screamed but it came out a croak

And if you listen you can still hear them singing

Your dog's on the phone, are you out or in?

Another day dead is a week for him

You can't keep huffing the oxygen

We're calling, we're calling, we're calling,

We're calling

Some guards call it the forward slash

Others can't talk with a knife in their back

We're call call calling

We're call call calling

We're calling you