Make
believe
practicing to deceive

Fake
mirage
dressed up in camouflage

Crimes
Jail
posting all of your bail

Please
behave
roll around in your grave

yes it’s a mess, but we’re here to clean up
yes, i confess it’s a mess we’ll clean up

aghast
appalled
whatever it is called

erect
tall
like a good animal

ears
eyes
the last breath before it dies

teeth
blood
roll around in the mud

yes it’s a mess but we’re here to clean up
yes i confess it’s a mess we’ll clean up

who picks up the roadkill when it’s dead?
who reads a book they can’t comprehend?
why is blood blue, while we see red?
who understands a thing i just said

yes it’s a mess, but we’re here to clean up
yes, it’s a mess, i promise we’ll clean up


Lyrics submitted by DarkArchon

Cobra Feet song meanings
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