Partial Lyrics:<br /><br />Don’t Try to Read the Signs<br /><br />I was going through the residential neighborhoods to avoid traffic <br />And I noticed everyone around me was looking a little old<br />And there were fences up everywhere and on them were signs<br />That said we don’t call the cops with a picture <br />Of humanity blacked out and removed <br />Tall cameras pointed down on us and <br />Whirled and whined as it tried to pick up every one of our movements<br /><br />He’s traveling to his destination that’s three large states over<br />Cursing geography for the mountains<br />It’s created out of sand, with a snowplow blocking traffic<br />And both shoulders and the remaining lanes<br />Filled with semi-trucks with their trailers all going<br />The same speed and all them read no aid or comfort to my enemies<br />He’s wondering what this could mean but<br />The jake brake squeals out his thoughts<br /><br />A trailer full of cattle with eat beef branded on all their hides<br />They’re shuffling a little embarrassed<br />But I guess it’s no different than the man who leads them<br />Marking himself with all the signs that <br />He’s taking his carriage straight into the darkness<br />Where the river flows upwards and <br />There’s no paddling against the current of the waves<br /><br />They’re wearing a sign that makes it clear <br />Just how many people they’ve killed <br />But the stadium stops the game<br />So everyone can applaud them and <br />They’re getting stopped on the street so many times<br />So people can shake their hands, pat them on the back<br />And most all take pictures of all their children<br />As they cross the road but <br />The hand is holding up a blinking light for now<br /><br />Why they’d spray paint their contact information<br />As well as their social security number I was more than a little baffled<br />But I really shouldn’t be too shocked and appalled<br />After all everyone wants to accomplish recognition<br />And for the band of hackers and thieves playing<br />In front of their creation<br />The spray painter is the most famous person in the world<br />And certainly that’ll count for something<br /><br />The sticker said how much they’ve run through the forests in Africa<br />Which I would have been more impressed with<br />Had I not grasped the purpose<br />Everyone that’s slowing down and succumbing to exhaustion<br />Get shoved down and don’t duplicate<br />And have their cells split off and join the tiniest particles of dust<br />In the universe which the deities inhale on their lunch break<br /><br />The symbols of their bank account were spilling out onto the road<br />Where they’re run over by the man pulling the tractor<br />Splitting the eardrums of all the children<br />And the brains of all the parents that don’t realize their creations<br />Are laying on the ground and getting handcuffed<br />By the country boy serving as the city cop<br />Complaining about training the weapons to match their user’s violence<br /><br />“God’s going to murder you in your sleep”<br />Or at least that is what the sign in block letters said<br />And I watched the owner of the building put them up<br />I didn’t want to talk to him<br />But when someone dared to ask<br />Why he’d say something like that<br />He complained and wailed <br />
