The Jig Is Up Quasi

The jig is up-
We're throwing our clocks out the window
Make for high ground
And watch the sun's blood over Mexico
Come back kid, forget what you did
Forget where you've been
My poor long lost twin
Long lost twin
We kick through the shards
Of the white plastic domes of the Moneymen
The dust of the stars and the burned out controls of the mind-machine
Day bears the night, night bulls the day
It just don't seem right to just piss it away
Piss it away