I live in a town of drunkards and sailors and ne'er do wells Safe as houses
What could go wrong? I live in a town of nogoodniks and ne'erdowells
Safe as houses What could go wrong?
It feels as though we might be too heavily invested in this reality
Because we sold off the mythic plane
So we're left with our party games
Nothing you say will change the world
Not a televised address or a flag unfurled
Trying to get to the bottom of things