House full of crazies and a cattle wall
What in the world do they mean?
Privileged beggars wearing
Think they can do as they please
Struck by the strangest disease
Running all the dials back to 53
And don't pay any mind at all
To all the thinking on your grass
I don't want to be in your middle class
Granted deductions like book and glass
Acting like the world could get flat
I'll bet you love the science of math
Keepin' it real than a concubine
Sorry I'm losing your threat
You've had too many hits to the head
You wanted all the jazz back to 53
And you don't pay any mind at all
To all my banking on your class
And I don't want to be in
Granted, delusions like broken glass
Acting like the world could be flat
Yeah, I bet you love the science of math
Everything's under control
Don't tell me everything's under control
You can only keep denying truth
That you're a truthless fool
Roll all the dials back to fifty -three
And dump all your mind at all
To overthinking underground
I don't wanna be in your middle class
Clinging to delusions like broken glass
Acting like the world could get flat
Yeah, I bet you love the science in that