We've worked out the past and the fakes of the bodies as we're hannah
With the feedback body by your tributaries
That jingle away to the chance of being like me
Follow my history down to hardware cities
With strip on the tarmac, people swirling at teammate
It seems so exciting, but now it seems like such a fight
I grew up in a Kentucky smile on the thigh
Although there was some old ceremony
All I wanted to be able was the sword
Now I don't live there, but there's too many stores
Some apartments and a son of hers
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
Can I miss a place behind my house?
Where I hike, climb and play
Where I ditch this noisy century
If that's it out from the decade
And my home's not a good stand to be updated
Forced it all into a grid till it looks like the money pages
With every trace of life it seems
Confined within a frame
Faces move from day to day
But steps all over the same
And the punchlines are resoundingly unfighting
For those trapped in this architecture of easy money
And I feel like this could all come to no good
The kids who populate these cul-de-sacs
Will never know what stood beneath their cookie-cutter houses
Fills in streams and wood-styles
Sit at cars and wait for Mom to drive them
Out of this boring neighborhood
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
