"Guards"
We're kids on the corner, we're sure as hell
That daddy's got a gun that he cannot draw
We hear you're carrying yours as well
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, we're calling
Christians and cutters we all confess
On twenty-one channels, each day one less
You can't keep shooting a camera test
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, we're calling
Some guards call it the forward slash
Others can't talk with a knife in their back
We're call call calling
We're call call calling
We're calling
Got a king but he's selling his robe
A kid kissed him and he turned into a toad
The queen screamed but it came out a croak
And if you listen you can still hear them singing
Your dog's on the phone, are you out or in?
Another day dead is a week for him
You can't keep huffing the oxygen
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, we're calling
Some guards call it a forward slash
Others can't talk with a knife in their back
We're call call calling
We're call call calling
We're calling you
