You with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your old reflection
Propped up with desks and flags, 8 chairs short of perfection
Your lines are drawn here, there and everywhere
None of your own volition
Unrecognized you pace in your shadow
Stripped of all your definition

Scour the house, flip the wig, shake the tree! x2
Until your whereabouts are known to me

You've been abused and cheated
Shat on you're beyond defeated
Those who rise stand in your name
Then treat you roughly once they're seated
You're pen in one, sword in the other
Satisfied the blessing is given
In god they trust only their way, one way
Afraid of the other "isms"

Scour the house, flip the wig (flip the wig), shake the tree (shake the tree)!x2
Until your whereabouts are known to me
Whaeee-yoo your whereabouts are known to me x2

The grass it is always greener, under the Western skies
But your Norman Rockwell nation's being choked by weeds and vines
Looky here the old grey mare, she ain't what used to be no, no
Looky here the old grey Mayor, he's all he's cracked up to be

Scour the house, flip the wig (flip the wig), shake the tree (shake the tree)! x3
Until your, until your, until your whereabouts are known to me
Whaeee-yoo your whereabouts are known to me x2
Whaeee-yoo your whereabouts are known, your whereabouts are known, your
whereabouts are known