Clairaudients (Kill or Be Killed)

It's kill or be killed
I thought you knew the drill
Like the body of a centerfold, it spreads
Like the polar icecaps, centrifuge
The imminent and the aftermath
He slicks his hair for the interview, his fifteen-minute fame

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
If you think that God is keeping score, hooray!
Been tried ten thousand times before
You draw another bloody bath to drain
First snowman built at the end of June
To the counter-culture copyright

Future markets, holy wars
Get your revolution at a lower price
For the freedom-fighting simulcast
Or make believe and throw the fight, play dead
South bound buses, Peter Pan

They left it up to us again