Ataxia

They call my home the badlands

The map it looks like etch-a-sketch

There's monuments to history

Of those things I'm aware

I've been in love with what I know

Well maybe not `Adoko`

But it's funny how my eyes have grown

They've caught up with my mind

Take the first ride out

The prospect looks so in

Oh yes, well I don't know

From this, from this

Great state Ataxia

Snake eyes die with happy smiles

Need a whistling tune for when I go

Keep hoping theres a golden rule

By which to play the part

Strapped for cash but happy

With following my leader

Knowing there's a pit stop

around the next blockade

To leave Ataxia

Only a handful

All the names you read out loud

All the lives that they surround

Lift me from the rooftops

Blow me to the ground