Don't know how many times I've been alone
The tangled lines of telephones
projecting love you've never seen...
the world above the submarine
in which you're born to live your life,
cremated for your sacrifice
You're just a cannonball
Ain't got no plan at all
They've got you staying on the hand you're dealt
and paying for the conveyor belt
with braying pawns to entertain
your journey on the cattle train,
captured by the camera lens
As you get fired into your friends
You're just a cannonball
Ain't got no plan at all
Melt me down, help me drown
Production line direction found
I'm just a cannonball
Ain't got no plan at all
I'm just a cannonball
Ain't got no plan at all
