Unnatural Passions

Pulling worms from the ground

With your blue steal beak

You're choking on the dust

Down in television creak

Spreading disease

Amongst the already week

You're denying it all

And you're making me sick

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

How does it feel

To get el Presidente

How does it feel

How does it feel

To take home a germ

How does it feel

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

And all the while I'm running to the red

I walk the night without a bed

I play the game without a team

I wash my face but have no hands

This land is black

The birds have fled

To nests inside my head

This land is black

The birds have fled

To nests inside my head

How does it feel?

Spreading disease amongst the weak

Denying it all you're making me sick

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are

Yeah, feel

Say, how does it feel?

I wanna figure everything out

[All things bright and beautiful...]

Say, how does it feel?

Depending on where you live

Is what your views are