Keith Lyrics - Singles - Pterodactyls In America

(Verse 1) 

Turn it off, the sound's like a gun in my mouth 

Ready to recieve, I can't even talk, I go one way 

I think I'm sick, want to cut these strings from my hands 

Minds on fire, can't think straight I'm losing touch 

Find solutions in a bottle, pills for the afflicted 

Sedated so they'll die defending this 

(Chorus) 

Mobilize the troops 

Fuel the jets and load the bombs 

Burn it down 

There's perfection in the end 

(Verse 2) 

Cut me off, I don't think this place is for me 

Drown it out with the sound of burning bridges 

Stopped working, reward is a snake in the grass 

In a suit, in america, whooaa 

Society's a war against ourselves 

The only weapons we have are what it provides 

(Chorus) 

Mobilize the troops 

Fuel the jets and load the bombs 

Burn it down 

There's perfection in the end.