When the boys are grown, and the country’s all they know
You’d better watch out how you play
When the girls get low, but they don’t put on a show
You’d better watch out what you say
You better watch out for the fire
Oh cause the mob is on the way
Do you even know what you desire
When you shout it are you proud of what you say
Do you remember who you’re fighting
Don’t believe in what your friends all call the truth
When they’re striking down with lightning
It’s finally coming round, what will you do?
For several months, I planned on “finishing” this song, by writing words for the intro, but I could never think of anything I liked well enough. When I showed it to a few people, they didn’t seem to mind that it was just shadows of words. My friend and collaborator Richie DeMaria said she actually really liked the experimental feel of it. So, I just let it be. It went against my controlling nature, but that’s what art is supposed to do, right?
The lyrics are inspired by the culture wars of 2019. It’s an international pastime to make inaccurate assumptions about people you’ve never met face-to-face. So I wanted to add a word of caution amidst the hate blizzard. Maybe it’s appropriate that some of the things I’m saying aren’t words, cause when people get angry on the internet, they don’t really make sense either!
I made that cute little laptop stock photo compilation before I remembered that we weren’t in 2005 anymore. Damn. Here’s the updated version (yes, I know the spikey haired guy has a flip phone. He was just too fun-looking to pass up):