This house has been smoking deep into its lungs
And if these walls could talk they'd probably speak in tongues
The ceiling has been soaking, rainwater on the rungs
The ancient feeding on the old and old upon the young

This tinyness is growing while the universe expands
Heroes die their mighty deaths while villains spill their plans
Someone stole the hourglass but left behind the sand
Rowing down a river is a waste of two good hands

We go where the current she demands
Only the captain should sink with the ship but we forgot to tell the band
Someone cut the string on the tin cans
Any way the wind blows is the way we point our fans
Spending all our currency on clams
Power never retaliates it only reprimands
Take me back to banging pots and pans
Everybody's sitting down, why are they called the stands

This elephant has been learning how to paint
If it's cute it's not abuse, our tourism is at stake
It's like teaching a dog how to shake
It's not going anywhere and we've got all the time in the world, we can wait

This tinyness is growing while the universe expands
Heroes die their mighty deaths while villains spill their plans
Someone stole the hourglass but left behind the sand
Rowing down a river is a waste of two good hands

We go where the current she demands
Only the captain should sink with the ship but we forgot to tell the band
Someone cut the string on the tin cans
Any way the wind blows is the way we point our fans
Spending all our currency on clams
Power never retaliates it only reprimands
Take me back to banging pots and pans
Everybody's sitting down, why are they called the stands

We go where the current she demands
Only the captain should sink with the ship but we forgot to tell the band
Someone cut the string on the tin cans
Any way the wind blows is the way we point our fans
Spending all our currency on clams
Power never retaliates it only reprimands
Take me back to banging pots and pans
Everybody's sitting down, why are they called the stands