Such A Pretty Lie The Wrens

[Chorus]
Chop chop chop (he says)
Chop chop chop (he says)
Chop chop chop (he says)
Chop chop chop (he says)

[Verse 1]
Bouncing from the bridge
With the deaf speed over among the
Far fifty bright lights
What for what for?

[Verse 2]
We run a small dry town
In twenty years still smarter than endebted
What for, what for?
Why bother what for?

[Verse 3]
They'll never figure out
Must be hyptonized or sleeping
Twenty-five, sleeping
Such a pretty lie, sleeping
We're getting caught, sleeping
Sleeping