In Remission

I've got a winning lotto ticket

From the state of Massachusetts

Tucked into the back of my wallet

I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston

With a blank eye from the cashier

For why it's torn and busted up

I remember that moment of silence

I was at a mall in Norwich

Shoppers stared at the ground

The escalators went on smoke breaks

Oh, 1918, you have yet to see the worst

Of humans actin'

Maybe the future's just a little bit weird

Maybe the God you love is all I gotta fear

Life's a terminal illness in remission

So I took the weight of it all out for a drink

And then we drove back drunk

Through the busy city streets

I hate how I always get nervous

Every time I try to speak in front of a big crowd

A pretty girl, or the police

And I hate the things that I know about you

And all the horrible things that you do

I don't wanna be late for war today

I wanna chew up my dinner and spit it in your face

Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

If everyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you