A Tinfoil Everythings - Boats

And if your fist pumped like a piston

I’d drink up this whole river system

Arm the kids in the Christmas sweaters

The ones they stole from the pets and neighbors

Your garments could melt my sorry heart

I lost my shoes at the city park

Went home alone

So make your hat into a home

And drag your skin around your bones

Fair-weather friends please be prepared

These awkward stints will never end

We’ll attack from the grass with our swollen feet

To wallpaper over your vending machines

And we pass out on the black top

And border all the bus stops

On go we’ll deploy with the 123

This whole city was a decoy of tinfoil everythings

And we’ll pass out on the black top

We’ll border all the bus stops

But our catch phrases never caught on

Our patented moves they just moved on