No Clothes on the Warden Video (MV)

Romanticizing itself
Romanticizing itself
Romanticizing itself

No pretty dresses on kings
No butterscotch on burnt toast
No hot tub of paint
No more imagine
No splashing in revolution minutia
Permit for feeling
Permit for staying put

From dirt to dollar Energy bound
Degradation through trickle down
Nutrition trees exchange everything but nutrient
Eating The Butcher
The Bank Teller
The Sign-Spinner
We need tickets to get in the door
We need tickets to get out of the parking lot

No parking tickets on pretty kings
No olive branch hanging from a bride
Big swinging clock
Ordering around shadows
No shade in the alone
Carsick on preludes and promised hilltops
No funeral for the overkill
All road kill in the inner State

We are all climbing on broken skin
Going down the drain
Where went to see up rails
To the down who were left
Tiny spots on a manufactured map
Inventors invented time
But it spun before that

No magic carpet over inherited dirt
No swimmable mud
No more beach chair at an idea's grave
No glowing dead rock or star

Romanticize sadness
No more warm campfires around united in struggle
We hurt the same song
Sing it from your pillow feathers and road-tar lungs
No romantic glue
No ceiling-tile nostalgic
Horse for sitting still
Sing it from outside your own prison walls
No clothes on the warden

Congratulations on your paper juggling skills
They are really coming along
While The Carrier carries for you
The Cleaner cleans
The Driver drives
They eat The Cooker's cook and have to ask for a spoon
Human god power
Lost in commerce

Romanticizing itself
Sponge of many smells
Grass of plenty greener
Gangrene camo on the always-solider
Bootlicker of every moon
Every song is an attempt
Sing it from outside your own prison walls
No clothes on the warden