Lyrics The Measure Of My Worth - Biology

The Measure Of My Worth

There is a desert in my mouth complete with tumbleweeds
A billion grains of sand, cactus and coyotes
There is a battlefield in my head complete with cannons and cavalry
Helicopters overhead, and they’re searching for yours truly
Send me the bill for the mess we’ve made
You survived the renaissance with souvenirs of powdered wigs and
Corsets for your cracked ribcage elegant figure
Another living dead ballroom dancer shouting from escapes like
They’ve got the answer, come down and we’ll converse, can you help
Me determine the measure of my worth, you know that our nightlife
It runs into daylight
We’re the type of cats that bring an axe to a knife fight
Its such a scene you second guess your vision
I swear we’re not dumb we just make bad decisions
So go ahead and get me wrong, I’d rather not be gotten right