song was hatched in eric's head and we all did our thing and recorded it and stuff. the song obtusely relates our current political climate to that which surrounded the united states during the red scare and the mccarthyism era.
Lyrics
snarling leer-jawed snake oil salesman
harnessing the dangerous undertow of the popular sentiments.
sleeping in a bed that's been slept in;
stenches of the times of regression.
who made this bed?
daylight savings on a century
of backwards backwoods repitition.
falling in the creases
of the blankets that snare our legs at night.
falling to pieces
in foundations laid on ancient might.
