Please don't wake your mother up Tell her where to go, you know it's wrong You can find direction from Wagons on the road you know are lost Or you could hang around Show me this town from the underground Or you could hang around Pushing corn When the bones of shade are different than of that before The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong When we're done there's nothing that we can't control We have got technology I promise it will get you off But it won't take you back to your former self Back to a form of self Back where I could hang around Leaving underground I all really need to know Of how your god it was so low And your all your friends, oh they won't help you now Or you could hang around Digging underground For all you really need to know Of how your god it was so low And your all your friends, they'll be on your side now When the bones of shade are different than of that before The approach you take, dead on the kitchen floor Shakes will come, drugs that you know are wrong When we're done there's nothing that we can't control And when we're done there's nothing that we can't control