Entrance of the Elected

Maybe like a polecat like a cannon
You'll be praying for days like the nuts and bolts
Like the uniforms that they wore in the civil war
And scratching your cat claws at the pavement
See you coming across the room
Like a walking weight like a cannon that's been fired.

Hey there operator don't you know you're trading cash for crows
Hey there operator don't you know there's water on the bow

I do declare said the governor let's get these people moving faster
I do declare said the father to his son we're not hurting anyone at all
On the beach in the garden on the playground when you started it up

Change your life into a postcard version of white snow or so
The story goes and the horse that you rode in on
Will be the horse that's taking you home