Caught in a queue and the bus is on time I fall into song At least if I'm drinking I'll never quite know Just how late I am Call in the cops and security guards They're all out of line Straighten with answers and vote on your knees It's a sign of the times And I don't want to know What state I'm in You can sing to a full moon And it might sing right back at you Our leaders are cowboys with money to burn On shields in the sky So blast me right up and bounce me right down I'm yours for the night And all these lies Are a see-through in disguise