Legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks
Motorists curse their lousy luck
Crossing guard's not doing his job
And traffic's not about to stop
For the first casuality of thought
It's the rules
It's the rules

Superfarmer's bent on the cover of Time
The moralists scream he's all mine
So the bard isn't doing her job
The vacuum night, the darkest rites
The small quarantined thoughts
It's the rules
It's the rules

Salesman says this vacuum's guaranteed
It could suck an ancient virus from the sea
It could put the dog out of a job
Could make the traffic stop so little thoughts
Can safely get across
It's the rules
It's the rules
Guaranteed or not, it's the rules

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