Sub-Domestic Lyrics

Put this confession in your sensitive files.
Here's some kindling for the schizophrenics.
The new sick sleepless ex-patriot congress
is living sub sub sub-domestic.

If sanctuary still exists,
its among the shaking fists,
seeking out a living free of
the postures of politics.

Plant a paintbomb in the market.
Sing it to the whispering bats.
Beneath the poison traffic,
caught up in the wires. Constantines, The - Sub-Domestic - http://motolyrics.com/constantines-the/sub-domestic-lyrics.html
Echolocation. Call your targets out by name.
Spray cans and stencils,
moonrats and flowerpot snakes.

If sanctuary still exists,
its among the shaking fists,
seeking out a living free of
the postures of politics.

Reconstructive scavengers,
termite sympathizers,
all sick and sleepless,
caught up in the wires.