Lyrics Department of Corrections - Deerhoof

Department of Corrections

This supper tastes just like the last one
But it’s the first day of your term
Oh, jailer, who’s in charge around here?
And if not you, then is it I?
My jailer lives on waves of sunlight
From ninety million miles away
My jailer doesn’t speak no English
My jailer’s busy and he’s small
My jailer solves for unknown functions
My jailer rehabilitates
My jailer hot-rodded my engines
Already rumbling the room
My jailer hot-rodded my engines
Already rumbling the room
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