paper's on the rise
josie's in disguise
and the meter-readings way too high

poisoning the bees
breeding new disease
and a hole is burning in the sky

spiking up my vein
just to save my brain
and love is just her alibi

trading up our god
sold him on a blog
and money's not the reason why

Junk is in our heads
Junk's sleeping in our beds
Junk's our new modus operandi