Butterflies, they begin to flutter now
Melting inside the popcorn butter brow
His shots are lined up
Gotta love that clinking sound
Jess is cracking the whip to head down

Am I an offering to the gods in the ring
Entertaining feasts fit for a king?
All the blood, sweat and the tears
That we put into everything
Year after year, we're still here

In this field of vision (field of vision)
We seeing cyclopean (cyclopean)
In this field of vision (field of vision)
We don't need need no religion

Still running blind after so many years
Surely, something's gotta give? (Woo)
Corneal conditions got me scrutinizing
I'm feeling like a horse on ket
Yeah, the thunder of the hooves
Run from a pack of wolves
The drumming of the limbs, overtake the wind
Living in a field of vision

Big ride, leather-eyed, with a one-track mind
One race, one course, fly upon the metal horse
Goose for the sauce
Get bruised, get loose
Attitude, blindfold me, I can see the music (woo)

Look at me (field of vision)
You and your orchid of eyes (cyclopean)
Sight can sting (field of vision)
I'm thinking that it's harvest time, yeah

I lied to god
Faith dead, stage plot
Bird strike at height
I glide

I'm in a city
I'm in a city, really
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly-billy
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly-billy
I'm in a city
Silly-billy (woo, yeah)