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 crashing sky 'til 3
On the radio, they found your keys
So super dazed by what you carry
And free as trees, bright and buried
But you can’t think straight
You can’t think straight
Such a social heart
You can wrap it up
Takes too much to hide
Until the afterlife