Kevlar Weather

Well, we jumped from leather to balaclava weather in the space of a Texas minute Fashion to function shed your last compunction so we can get right on with it It's an uphill climb there's no use in denying now That the Devil's dipped you that deep in it So hide the holes in your face form all the germs in the air And the hidden-camera creep-shooters everywhere Oh the means seem steep and slippery but the end is in our view Still it ain't no job for a weak-kneed weak-minded weekender like you Well, we dropped from sweater down to kevlar weather to escape a cultural putrescence We've done what it takes to weed out the fakes and forestall our own obsolescence It's a downhill side you know it can't be denied this landscape ain't lost its limits You nihilistic horde you middle-aged edge-lord I guarantee you nobody's impressed Oh the means seem steep and slippery but the end is in our view Still it ain't no job for a weak-kneed weak-minded weekender like you Graph-paper tiger you weep when wet and vetted every time Conjured from cold copy in corporate boardrooms You never fail to bore me blind every time Oh the means seem steep and slippery but the end is in our view Still it ain't no job for a weak-kneed weak-minded weekender like you