Craftsman houses, cul-de-sacs, nativities on the lawn
Paper planes and soccer games and stay at home moms
Neighborhood watches over safe school zones
Born on third with a ticket punched for home
Do you feel like
Do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yellow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like lashing out?
Fertilize the greener grass, throw an Amazon parade
Little cardboard kingdoms to keep the emptiness at bay
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky and fair trade fancy cars
Stare right through the blue light and throw a filter on the scars
Do you feel like
Do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yellow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like lashing out?
All the pretty people build a wall with a picket fence
They stay late at the office and pick a vice for lent
Mother's little helper to medicate the stress
Picture-perfect parapets in towns we'll just forget
Do you feel like
Do you feel like lashing out?
Black paint on the yellow brick road
Shrapnel in the undertow
Do you feel like
Do you feel like lashing out?
Claw hammer coming at a nail
Your heart on a cat-o-nine tails swinging round
Do you feel like lashing out?
It would be water into wine to turn these lemons into lemonade
I want to be god for a day
It would be water into wine to turn these lemons into lemonade
I want to be god for a day
I want to be god for a day