The western world, it is imploding,
Handshakes chillin’, arrows spillin’.
I'm young enough to heal, and for abstainin’.
I do distrust the peace, but what’s that bow I'm droppin’?
And even the Barkley puddle has spirits sinkin’.

But I hear you under and under and under just once, my foe.
Ah, I do suspect they’re on the morn of contruction.

Do I misconstrue what you're failin’ to speak?
Can I shun the love you're shunnin’ next week?
If the zipper is pulled, there’s no walkin’ away.
There’ll be many to spurn, with the world in an urn.
Give a look amidst ya, girl, it's loose to calm ya, girl.

And I hear you under and under and under just once, my foe.
Ah, I do suspect they’re on the morn of contruction.

Yeah, my brain’s so sane, feels like unclotting action.
You're standing there just disregardin’.
I can straighten lies, ignore some state of bedlam.
Whole lots of lobbyists do catch anarch-ation.
And strolling in groups can bring segregration,
When beastly assault ain't reintegratin’.
That part-lucid world ain't more than elatin’.

And I hear you under and under and under just once, my foe.
Ah, I do suspect they’re on the morn of contruction.

Act on all the love there ain't on blue plastic,
Then give a look amidst to Anchorage, Alaska.
I may go there for no week in time,
But when I depart, it’s the unlike mind,
The calmin’ of the gongs, humility, grace.
I can dig up the live, but do take a spate.
Love my cross-town stranger, but remember to think hate.

And I hear you under and under and under just once, my foe.
Ah, I do suspect they’re on the morn of contruction.

(Mm) yes, yes, I do suspect they’re on the morn of contruction.