Census

It's everything you thought they'd like

Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes

You're a paper head on a backbone of fire

Always asleep, but never tired

Such a social heart

You can wrap it up

Takes too much to hide

In your afterlife

We watched the crushing sky til three

On the radio they found your keys

So super-dazed by what you carry

And free as trains, bright and buried

But you can't think straight

You can't think straight (You can't think straight)

Such a social heart

You can wrap it up

It takes too much to hide

In your afterlife