Pecking Order

Pecking order's got you wasting time
At the border and you're way behind
Fill a Honda with your property
Am I falling? I'm falling in line
If a violet should wither and die
You're picking petals, trying to decide
My pain, your gain
I'm falling, I'm falling in line

And your brain still bows to your racing heart
And your brain's devout to your racing heart
And your brain devours your racing heart
If you strain, it makes things hard

Pecking order's got you wasting time
Discrepancy, you're pulled aside
Don't mock the bureaucracy
I'm falling, I'm falling in line
Convey that you've lost your mind
The obligatory one-four-five
Clenched fist blacklist, zig-zags trunk sags
You're flagged for life

Surrounded and you get overwhelmed
You're drowning and everyone can tell

And your brain bows to your racing heart
And your brain's devout to your racing heart
And your brain's devoured by your racing heart
And your brain still bows to your racing heart
(Is this what you want?)
And your brain's devout to your racing heart
(Is this what you want?)
And your brain's devout to your racing heart
(And you wait for the wave, for the wave)
And your brain bows
(And you wait for the wave, for the wave, and you wait for the wave)
(For the wave)