BRING THE MALL

 

(Elvis POV)

Bring the mall and crash it to it's knees

Grow a dozen spineless wheezing trees

Circumstance confronted for a buck

Scream and rant and yell "what the fuck"

Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground

Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down

Boil it up frustration with its sauce

Arguments excelsior with the boss

Trade a name and number and a look

Fish a corpse out of the country brook

Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground

Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down

Maybe, man, the world don't make no sense

So a song reflects a vision that's all pretense

In the meeting of the matter of a trillion minds

That together all together go collectively blind

In the bedrock formed a condo bath

In a motion that gives man's epitaph

To a surly motherfucker in construction boots

With a fortune in his pocket from laundry chutes

So gather 'round the stage to see

Employment congregations in a word to be

Exploited in a question of monopoly

That never gives an answer of what's to be

For a moment just a moment in a fashion craze

And a trillion motherfuckers living in a daze

Of a colony that's bitterest of them all

In a sentence of an essence, man, bring the mall

Bring the mall

 

Dave - guitar and vocals

Engineered and mixed by Brian

Mastered by Ian