From the recording Von Economo
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