In come the hawks
Lives on the line and hanging
Behind rabid walls
Dial me in as a substitute

Substandard lives
Breathe me in and fuck me out of it
Says she tonight
‘Dial me in as a substitute’

Under crumbling skies
I think you did it
A noble vagrant surprise
Keep it hidden and generate
Clones in the homes
Allright

Sharp swooping claws
To dig the Earth while lost in the garden
They’ve seen it all
They’re selling the sky so be done with it

Substandard life
Breathe me in and fuck me right out of it
Says she tonight
‘Dial me in as a substitute’

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley