Lyrics

Get it
Get the next thing
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Get the next thing

Everyone’s a lamb
Walking toward stranger things
Keep your head down
Cross the street
Middle sentence
Get lifted off your feet
And fly

Everyone’s a lamb
Flying through the air
Racing head in hand
Racing toward the slaughter
With a smile and a tan
Check the light and look down
Slap back, airbag, and a spin around

Made it home
To let the fridge know
That the doorbell needs unwound
Tell that boy to duck his head down