Gaurd Your Gates

You were savaged and shook by the cretinous crooks in your crib
 On the 5th of July, all that heat from the night on your lids
 From the crypt of your room, drilled a hole in the moon, where you hid
 'Til your power supply shorted dusty & dry. That was it
 You never know until it's too late
 Some days I'd like to be the fierce competition
 Although I'm better off marooned in the priest caste
 No death by decimal score, no dean of admissions
 Just supporting actors, understudying the leading man
 It's a cold light
 In your spent heat
 You never know until it's too late
 Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
 Let the lightning in your lineage lay
 Down for days, Powder Keg
 Leave your lightning for the rest of us
 Your borderline protectorate
 Of fingers crossed & pixie dust
 You never know until it's too late
 You never know until it's too late
 Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
 Let the lightning in your
 Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
 Let the lightning in your lineage lay
 Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
 Let the lightning in your
 Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
 Let the lightning in your lineage lay