[Intro] (Upbeat swinging upright bass and a bright, breezy horn section) [Verse 1] Hemlock and hydrangeas hide the glowing of the screen In the vintage lacquer of a twenty-twenty-six machine Malachi was rational, a sovereign of the mind Now he leaves a digital, indecent trail behind The neighborhood is quiet, just a whisper in the brass Watching a philosopher just shatter into glass [Chorus] It's a Fargo Nogo up on Ridge Road today A single silver artery where sinners slip away You'd think a simple homicide, a solitary street Would bring the shining sirens down to intercept the fleet But the turnpike sleeps, and the saxophones play As the logic of the predator just washes in the bay [Verse 2] He fancies he’s a phantom in a proxy masquerade A wolf dressed up in cardigan, parading in the shade But children leave an echo, and the servers always keep The secrets of the shadows while the subdivision sleeps The velvet rope is rotting in his little cul-de-sac There is only one direction, and there is no turning back [Bridge] The mathematics of the trap are terribly profound A dead-end on the precipice, a heavy piece of ground Yet the sheriff spins a record and he looks the other way A swinging blind procession at the closing of the day [Chorus] Oh, it's a Fargo Nogo up on Ridge Road today A single silver artery where sinners slip away You'd think a simple homicide, a solitary street Would bring the shining sirens down to intercept the fleet But the turnpike sleeps, and the saxophones play As the logic of the predator just washes in the bay [Outro] Oh, the logical fall A dial-up disaster behind a garden wall No go, Fargo Pour another gimlet, let the brass section blow (Upbeat horn flourish resolving into a final, crisp chord)
