The moralist screams he's all mine
Super farmer's bent on the cover of Time
And traffic's not about to stop for the first causality
It's the rules, it's the rules
It could put the dog out of a job
Could suck an ancient virus from the sea
So the bard isn't doing her job the vacuum night
Of though it's the rules, it's the rules
Salesman says this vacuum's guaranteed it
It's the rules, it's the rules
Could make the traffic stop so little thoughts can safely get across
Crossing guard's not doing his job
The darkest rites the small quarantined thoughts