[Verse 1]
Fooled from the start to the end
Flagged as a mark in a hazy den
Cooled in the camp of the dead
Asleep on a bed with a mystery stain
Never cared what anyone else said
Get out of the head

Step over the private design

[Chorus]
Nod to the folks
Keeping us close
Up to the gods
Evens and odds
Refining ore
Anyone's joke
Trying to be
Free from the yoke

[Verse 2]
Spooked, but it's only the wind
Strapped to a carcass or an empty vase
True, but it's only a bet
Hid from the light in a garbage can
Don't know if it's alive or dead
A gust on the plain
It isn't a joke, it's the time

[Chorus]
Nod to the folks
Keeping us close
Up to the gods
Evens and odds
Refining ore
Anyone's joke
Trying to be
Free from the yoke