[Lyric] The Index of Directions Live (Stick Against Stone)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero
Black limousine the driver's face hidden
Roars down city streets
Littered with scraps of paper
This one reads:

1 static
2 thunder receding
3 birds circle in threes
4 oblique lines of water
5 five cigarette butts form a kind of map, a kind of maze
6 scraps of paper, reads:

Black limousine roars down city streets
Littered with scraps of paper
Faces full have cancelled checks
This city pokes its grimy finger in the sky
We burn them with cigarettes
We burn out their sixth floors

The future's not ours. To see
Que sera incindera
Whatever will be will burn
Whatever will be will burn
Whatever will be we'll burn

Spiders drown on their faces
Cancel the checks. Cancel the checks
Cancel the checks, please!

Black limousine roars down city streets

7 The rest, blackened – obliterated
8 More ash nearby
9 Burn up the scraps
Zero

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero
(Zero, zero, zeeeee-roh!)

Cancel the checks!

And with the realization that everything had already been said
I set out
Shatter it ALL to pieces
And build it anew
Into whatever form I choose
And with the realization that everything had already been said
I set out
To shatter it ALL to pieces
To build it anew into whatever form I choose
I choose to build