In Decent Exposure

In the breeding grounds Our common ground We collapse upon ourselves In the breeding grounds Our common ground We collapse upon ourselves T-T-T-Trope (T-T-T-Trope) Toilet paper on the bottom of my sole T-T-T-Trope (Toilet paper on the bottom of my soul) Toilet paper on the bottom of my sole You can say I'm on some other But you can't say I'm not onto something, onto something You can say I'm on some other But you can't say I'm not onto something, onto something I was walking by your yard, it's all littered with picket signs Saying it's all on sale, nothing gonna even swim The air you breathing in all dry and stale, mind a parched pail What little moisture there is is under your skin Interior is sponge, I know it's sinking in Exterior clunk against yourself it's all dim Russian doll locked rust on your heart looking like a tint No wonder your breath is thin You're so ready for the future until it's here And then it's gone, and then it's done The same old blues song we've been singing all along Like it's been a son You're so ready for what's next until it's here Is your war won? Cuz all that's left to eat is our own flesh You could guess we would do what we do best In the breeding grounds Our common ground We collapse upon ourselves In the breeding grounds Our common ground We collapse upon ourselves This ain't out of date, this just vintage giving like a decade Hey, it ain't even my say Culture come around like karma, you'll see me one day Rockin all of the same things that you clowned me for Wait yesterday, and even if it ain't ok Run it through the sink push it my way We can bathe in the same old watered down thing You're so ready for the future until it's here And then it's gone, and then it's done The same old blues song we've been singing all along Like it's been a son You're so ready for what's next until it's here Is your war won? Cuz all that's left to eat is our own flesh You could guess we would do what we do best