Lyrics Guard Your Gates - Kevin Devine

Guard Your Gates

You were savaged and shook by the cretinous crooks in your crib
On the 5th of July, all that grease from the night on your lids
From the crypt of your room, drilled a hole in the moon, where you hid
'Til your power supply shorted dusty & dry.
That was it
Sometimes I’d like to be the fierce competition
Although I’m better off marooned in the priest caste
No death by decimal score, no dean of admissions
Just supporting actors, understudying the leading man
It’s a cold light
In your spent heat
Go guard your gates, Powder Keg
Let the lightning in your lineage lay
Down for days, Powder Keg
Leave the lightening to the rest of us
Your borderline protectorate
Of «fingers crossed» & pixie dust
You never know until it’s too late