Pythons Awake

Bad enough I bought into that bit

Yeah my hometown was

An untapped oil field

Storing profits those wallets

Begged for change

And everyone's growing up just the same

Pedestal-placement-preaching

No that isn't love

That's just called insecurity

Jump that ship it's sinking

You might float to the top

But you'll never be credible

On your feet on the ground

How to see it coming

How to see it after

On your feet and on the ground

How to see it coming

How to spot it faster

Ride it out write it down

Then crumble up that paper

Along with your career you

Steer down dead end streets

Those sounds have

Gotten stale and tired

Running from every critique

They're nervous and sweating

Waiting for all to explode

In your face in your hands

How to see it coming

How to see it after

In your face and in your hands

How to see it coming

How to spot it faster