Well there's a crazy moon, been up all week And it's messing with the things that I think and do And I find myself staring at a screen Wondering how far we've come since the death of cool There ain't no targets to aim for No more mountains to climb At least they're not where they used to be Why even keep it hard in a flat- lined world Where every piece of dung is the next big thing What's gonna happen now? Will the good guys pull through somehow? Stay tuned till next time and we'll see what's what Now the boys upstairs with all their best and worst intentions Know that chaos always wins out in the end They don't got your back So use your imagination And be pretty goddamned careful how you choose your friends So hold each other tight now and look into each other's eyes Don't be too impressed with the ones above 'Cause the world's getting shaved by another drunken barber And you gotta build your trust with the ones you love Well the lies keep coming tough We need wings to stay above Stay tuned till next time and we'll see what's what