Future Foe Scenarios

I love this song so very much, I just have to put the lyrics here. Now. And insist you find it and listen.

"The things we laid do not amount to much
Made of abandoned wood, loose stones and such.
This revolution, baby,
Proves who you work for lately

Release the castaways who run amok
From self appointed winds which blow and such.
When present tense get strangled in the mire
Made of our cozy decomposing wires.

Who do you work baby?
Does it work for you lately?

But when the night is over and the walls start burning,
When fire starts to matter and the clock's still churning.
Clichés and other chatter keep our minds from learning
Our minds keep learning
It's alright
It's alright.

The things we laid do not amount to much
Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs
When present tense get strangled in the woes
Made up our future foe scenarios

This revolution, baby,
Proves who you work for lately.
Who do you work for, baby,
Does it work for you lately?

But when the night is over and the walls start linking
When fire starts to matter and the clock's still sinking
Clichés and all the chatter keep our minds from thinking
I must keep thinking
It's alright!
It's alright.
It's alright...

It's alright.
That's when it turned on me
A motorcade of 'meant to be's
Parade of beauty queens
Where soft entwines make kindling.
These many detailed things
Like broken nails and plastic rings
Will win by keeping me
From speaking to my new darling!
And there's no way to know
Our future foe scenarios
That's when it turned on me
Where bobby pins held angel wings."