The Small Of Your Back

We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs

We are the understudies in the side view

We will come to you then with your hats in our hands

Can we get an amen?

We are the bodies dumped in the forest

We are the the patients at the bottom of the donor list

We know spite never sleeps so we rinse and repeat

But we never get clean

We will scream out your name in the meadow

Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel

'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting

And by his design he must know we're starving

Don't curse it don't work you'll be cursed for cursing

Don't hurt it don't work you'll be hurt for hurting

'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling

It's getting more colder it's apropos

I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me

We're the sudden we're the random acts of what I can only call mayhem

We're not willing to change we're not willing to try

We're the "good enough guys"

When the ship comes in, he's gonna be there waving those bastards in

And when the votes get count, he'll be demanding the recount

And when the checks will clear, he's gonna be the pickpocket swatting at your rear

To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear

God only knows how cold it's getting

And by his design he must know we're starving

Of course we won't help it won't help for helping

Of course it won't work we won't work for working

'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands from our suitors

Forever we're kicked up the ass by the future

I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me

He's got the whole world in his hands.