Anarchy Will Make You Pay Five Dollars At the Door by Duck, Little Brother, Duck Lyrics

What are you gonna do now that everything familiar is gone?
How will you pass the time?
Drive along the coast, get a hotel by the beach and smoke the last of what we have
Up close and a little personal, everybody stumbles in to hear the music
Polk marked zombies parade the streets, we all shake hands with sharpened teeth
Building new walls out of old ones, you should swallow all your words and see the bottle they stuffed us in
Watch us roll around the bedroom floor
My hands are tired and without fail we're getting sick, difficult and stale
Unable to get along
All our dreams come true
Guaranteed to make the news
The greatest T.V. event ever
No one thought to warn us all about ourselves
All our dreams come true