Break Something

You can blend into the walls in the middle

You can make important calls in the middle

Where the pendulum swings but a little

Move on you're not the first on the fiddle

Oh Cassandra you'd cry with the visions

Toss and turn in the night from this condition

But if ever you'd talk who would listen?

You're a naked flame in a flooded kitchen

Well what is your position?

It'll stay just the same if you don't play the game with

Supplies, ammunition

This is a public service transmission

You could scare someone to death in the shadows

Mutter under your breath in the shadows

Where the only humour is gallows

Where the talk is cheap and the water's shallow

Now your body and mind are adapting

If it looked like a spine was ever packed into

You skin well that's a fine piece of acting

When the room around you's trashed you remain in tact

Well what is your position?

It'll stay just the same if you don't play the game with

Supplies, ammunition

So as a public service we just want you to

Break something, yeah, yeah

Break something

Something, anything, something, anything

Have you got more to show us

Than is coming across?

Have you still got your mind

Or has it been lost?

You don't have to show what you've got in your hands

And you never ask questions you don't understand

Though it's bleaker than bleak, if you stand and you speak

This could all be wrapped up in a matter of weeks

Oooh

Oooh

Well what is your position?

It'll stay just the same if you don't play the game with

Supplies, ammunition

So as a public service we just want you to

Break something, yeah, yeah

Break something

Something, anything, something, anything

Is something, is anything

Is something, is anything