Lyrics: The PAper ChAse. If Nobody Moves.

No search party came,
so my nails grew in sharpened.
They kicked out my cane.
It was like I never happened.
Who will look after me
when I'm cursed just like a Kennedy?

As with billboards consume,
as with slogans on sweatshirts.
If Nobody Moves, nobody will get hurt.
Our chest puffs proudly;
oh, sin the almightly must feel!

It's getting closer. It's getting closer, closer everyday.

Committees were formed.
We saved face. We stayed calm.
We drilled our air holes,
cashed in our saving bonds.
We licked every nine volt that's inside our fire alarms.

When your work here is done
& fingers are callused,
gather hair in a tail, let sun hit your iris.
We're enemy in meet,
accepting complete,
the infidelity of the body.

It's getting closer. It's right around the corner.
Something is coming for me.
It's getting closer. It's getting closer to me.

Do you want this?
You can have this.
If it's something you need,
then stretch out your skeletons & grab it.
Just grab it!

We won't go in style, we'll go out in one piece.
Oh, honest to god, he got rid of us easy.
Our limbering bodies that we have to feed,
put to bed, take to the bathroom.

It's getting closer it's right around the corner.
Something is coming for me.
It's getting closer. It's getting closer to me.

We'll spit shine our shoes,
& push down our cowlicks,
& tailor our suits,
& suck in our stomachs,
Try to ignore that we're all aboard the titanic.

We'll keep making plans.
We gather, we're grooming.
We laugh & you think you feel as you know me,
but know from the start
that's you're flying with Amelia Earhart.

It's getting closer. It's getting closer, & closer everyday.

YEAH!

Yeah, it's easier for me
to just plain believe
we are not softened up by the morons.
Try to ignore that you'll all aboard the Titanic.
Try to ignore that you'll all aboard the Titanic.