Testo Recovering The Opposable Thumb

Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true?

Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues?

Can we recover from this?


I've seen expressions in department stores

I've smelled regression wafting up from these shores

This is not a celebration of slipping through some crack

This is sloth and devastation and we're the resulting trash



Count on your fingers tonight

Count on your fingers tonight

And believe what you find
I'm sick of making small talk in this rotting chowline



Can we recover, recover recover?

Can we recover, recover recover?

We cover our heads and run for the gutter



Toby Keith's horses and Toby Keith's men

Finally put us all in our place

It's a wonderful hug when there's so much more to love

When there's steaks and hearts jammed in your face



This is the fucking slop line

And we're scratching with our hooves

How much of evolution

Must we finally disprove?



Count on your fingers tonight

Count on your fingers tonight

And believe what you find

I don't believe what we find



Can we recover, recover recover?

Can we recover, recover recover?

We cover our heads and run for the gutter



Dear Mother, I'm sorry

There was nowhere left to run

We fought and we fought until our bullets ran out

And they took us one by one



Dear Mother, I'm sorry

We had just barely begun

This will be the last letter from your only son

Your only son



Yeah I do not believe

Recover as one