Tonight the drunks are infected, we're on our way   As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d   And I am a walflower, maybe a better father   This is a job   For seconds I miss the Bentleys   Today maybe they'll call,   You describe every prison you pass through them all   Then he asked you for your head and I vowed to burn your bed   Try to pretend, but this is your life,   somehow, it feels right      I'm calling this evolution, I'm falling for institution   Warm submission enveloping you      Tomorrow I'll survive the questions   Knives buried with cold indifference   My world is true rendered by you   Here they come again, I could never find the words   So I disguised them in verse   Until it comes out dumb and wrong,   The simplest song, if you sing along