The Dust Patrol

Walk a mile, whack a mole
 When the muddy waters part
 Time drags you down a hole
 Lotta lovin' gone wrong
 Gone south
 Got caught in a cottonmouth
 Call in The Dust Patrol
 We're gonna roll your thunder
 We're gonna show what's under it all
 Flesh will crawl
 Plan B, play ball
 Place your bets
 Cool your jets
 You're a shark
 You're a narcoleptic antiseptic fame whore
 Of a different color from the poor suckers
 Call in The Dust Patrol
 We're gonna roll your thunder
 We're gonna show what's under it all
 Flesh will crawl
 Too alone, tag along
 Took a long time
 Looking to elongate
 Any love-like
 Temporary state
 But it's too late, too late
 Life and death is in the tongue
 Like dust, it trains and it trails
 Growing down fast hand in hand
 The defense rests stars and sand
 Suit yourself, s'il vous plaît
 Say your prayers
 When a mean sock puppet
 Hits you hard with another
 Soul punch to the gut
 To the gutter such a pro
 I'm lying
 So prone I'm lying
 So prone
 All skin and buttons
 And bones I lie
 So prone I lie
 So prone I lie
 I lie