Brakes Follow

Well I'm bored with number three oh give me world what for.
I'll pop your popcorn and tell me what do I know
Well you never get to heaven if the wind don't blow
It's time to take a stock of what you've reaped my son,
So you know what you can lose when the reaper comes.
Tend to your crop then tend to your own
Well my field was a desert when the seeds were sown.

All I grew is disillusioned and a little bit of

Give me two shakes give me one shake twice
Well you knew it was coming so don't act surprised
Pop my popcorn and tell me what do I know
Well you can hear it in the air when the wind don't blow
Get me some water and a sugar pill
Well i seem to see more clearly from my windowsill
The war of information only made me uninformed
And my field was a desert when i scattered the corn

All I grew is disillusioned and a little bit older

I soon discovered it was impossible to stand up without being attacked,
So I covered my body with Vaseline and learned to slip through the gaps
I soon discovered it was impossible to stand up without being shot,
So I covered my body in (bake-o?) foil and waited for the sun to come out.

Now I'm crystallized, Now I've hit the lights (x8)

Well I'm bored with number three oh give me world what for.
I'll pop your popcorn and tell me what do I know