Never mind the red, it's right after left
Left after right and you're left with nothing
To tickertape to the virtuous
The trail drops off the edge
Don't try to separate the blood from the spoil
Just blow out the smoke and now you've got something
Presentable for the worst of us
Let's start the feel-good parade
You've gotta hold them under to tide us over
Give us a reason and you know we'll look away.
All the big plans, all the setbacks
All the angles, and the paths of attack
If you found a way to be right again
If you think you found a way to be just
Look at yourself, who the hell do you think you are?
You've gotta hold them under to tide us over
Give us a reason and you know we'll look away.
You're gonna hold us under to tide them over,
Give them a reason and you know they'll look away.

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