There's a man from the afterlife at the door trying to sell us hope
Lock the doors and close the windows
We hear it, we see it, you better believe it
We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it
The slick dark men in their slick dark suits
Are gonna take your children away
(I bet you bought that)
We ask for less, they give us more
Mr. and Miss, there is a cure
It's better now
Is it better now?
Kill the head before the body is infected
Better now
Is it better now?
Spare the body before the mind gets the best of