There's a conspiracy
On board Aquarian
The water's high
Heavy deuterium
A crescent power grid shines like it never

And you spit as you're hitting the harbor at night
Ride the light rail to Camden and shut down the MARC line

Red line to Tenleytown
Climb up antenna
You take a look at the hills of the Maryland timescape
Take out your target scope and applications

And you're constantly constantly radio's on
And you're headphones are deadphones
They're falling apart
You're a transmitterhead with a Wisconsin heart
All the beautiful people get shot in the heartland