We were waiting for help to arrive
The fox he told me we’d run out of time
The signs we were waiting on
Had all been kidnapped for ransom
The science of a loaded gun
Is just to point it at someone
It’s not fair.
The night’s afire with hard lullabies
The fox, he sings as the hawks toe the line
The signs we were waiting on
Had all been kidnapped for ransom
The science of a loaded gun
Is just to shoot it at someone
Who’s right there.
While we’re waiting for lies to unwind
The fox distracts us with his sleight of hand
The signs we were waiting on
Had all been kidnapped for ransom
And the science of a loaded gun
Is to shoot bullets through someone