The Veldt Songtext
von Sims

This is The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
All the signs read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
Pigs and boars help themselves to more
This is the Veldt, home where we know the score
Ringing bells, the angels singing send help


This is the place where we landed
Where the drama is heavy handed
Home of the heavy metal hand cannon
Politicians bantering ban it
Put their slogan on the banner
Assessing the damage, never offering answers
Around the avenue officers act like savages
But any animal ravenous in the face of famine
Offer them eats during election season
Grandstanding, pleasing, show the reach
Of the pandering
There′s going to be an accident
But the ambulance was privatized
So you bled out by the time arrived
No handouts writes the jet in the sky
Mercy on the seeds left behind
It's over at helm, over diagnosed, over medicated
Over sexed, overrun, all the boundaries overstepped
All for one is over now, waterboard art of war too overt
Man overboard, over and out

This The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
All the signs read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
Pigs and boars help themselves to more
This is The Veldt, home where we know the score
Ringing bells, the angels singing send help


Live from the bottom, gasping for oxygen
The biggest fear here, dying anonymous
Honest as open caskets, honor is out of fashion
Klonopin in the water, piranha management
All gummed up so numb, so cool
Keep the schools without tools now the
Aim is on you
The blades gaze through the haze and the fog
It′s all fair in the days of the brave and the dog
It just goes on and on, pray for the break of dawn
So we make love and song
Keep mind and spirit strong
But when the summer is hot, the pistols pop
It's murder for martyrdom--or someone
Started some
And they're going to clear the spot
Wrong or not so we′re sliced in nice in the
Year of the ox
Keep it moving like the gears on the clock
Birds of a feather flock
Never knock, pick the lock, they′re licking shots up the block
And the strays ain't always hitting clay pigeons
Any day could be your last, grips with the flame in it
Borrowed time, take minutes
And the air is so thick you could write
Your name in it
The sharks will find you folly in the three card molly
It′s all yours if you play it right dolly
Home of the locked doors, come and stay the night
But vultures feed on the weak and the brave alike

The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
Liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
All the sign read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
Pigs and boars help themselves to more
This is The Veldt, all live and all right
Ringing bells, the angels singing all night