Day Seven: Digital Dogs With Analog Collars

I haven't slept in shifts Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect Diligent Honest Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss They involve you in that furnace Me in this program And Mary in her hotel room waiting for the drill to drop Hang your hat from that hook&link&sinker There's no outlets So you're gonna have to recharge on stockpile, grade A belligerence So I say let it ride On six wheels with seven days we ate our stark, nude ambition plated with coercion Blood money in a collection box It's not wrong what's in these lungs It's not wrong at all I'm telling you, sweet charity Say it Let it ride