White vans creeping on a suburban street Shadows moving on rhythm and beat They’re checking the papers of the family tree Looking for those in the land of the free A knock on the glass in the dead of the night Turning the neighborhood out at the light Their eyes are empty, their look is cold Another news story that’s plotted and told Scanning the horizon for a change in the air The watchers are watching from a velvet chair They’re counting the heads and they’re locking the gate While the rest of us try to negotiate Oh, they’re boxing up the sunlight They’re shipping to the new King A heavy-duty cargo on silver-plated wings The northern ice is waiting for a corporate stamp Everyone else gettin' packed in a camp The world is his garbage, the world is his prize Got his own Department to cover up lies Go check the manifest The extraction was clean, no mess on the vest They grabbed the Chief of the Other Side Put him in a crate for a long-haul ride No flag on the tail, no name on the file Just abductions on a runway, mile after mile But the hunger don't stop with a throne in the dirt They want the Big White North to feel the hurt "Is it for sale?" No, it’s for taking The foundations of the map are finally breaking They want the glaciers, the permafrost plot Control the people with each one shot Feds put on a show, monopolize free will Show the whole planet just how they kill Oh, they’re boxing up the sunlight They’re shipping to the new King A heavy-duty cargo on silver-plated wings The northern ice is waiting for a corporate stamp Everyone else gettin' packed in a camp The world is garbage, the world is his prize Got his own Department to cover up lies The map is bleeding... The ink is wet. We haven't seen the final death count yet. The giants are hungry for a giant wall They’re building a prison for one and all Oh, they’re boxing up the sunlight They’re shipping to the new King A heavy-duty cargo on silver-plated wings The northern ice is waiting for a corporate stamp Everyone else gettin' packed in a camp The world is garbage, the world is his prize Got his own Department to cover up lies How much for the tundra? Sign on the dotted line... The neighbors are gone. It’s a lovely day for a takeover.
