Census

It's everything you thought they'd like
Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes
You're a paper head on a back bone of fire
Always asleep but never tired

Such a social heart
You can wrap it up
It takes too much to hide
In your afterlife

We watch the crashing sky till three
On the radio they found your keys
So super dazed by what you carry
And free as trees, bright and buried
You can't think straight
You can't think straight

Such a social heart
You can wrap it up
It takes too much to hide
Until the afterlife