narrarator: nfive tons a-mile-a-minute.ntwo is the one we hope for.nwe'll call him john doe jr.nand her, and her? well...nthereupon, for now... nnsuccessful stray: nin those towns we're held captive.nwho knew? nnnarrarator: nonly handfulls of cartoons can misdirect ntheir dialect. nnjanitor: npropel gloria. propel! nnelijah: nshhh...be quiet, they'll hear us... nngloria: nstop shushing...how long you think till they find us? nnelijah: nshhh... nnnarrarator: nas they tippy-toed to see california.nas they tippy-toed to see! pick a map. nnjanitor:nhere hunting is a pastime, which some frown on.ntheir small brims now brush the tiles. nngloria: nshe isn't coming, is she? nnelijah: nshhh... nnsuccessful stray: ntell the world we are shotguns; nsawed-off, with scopes set on backfire.ntell auntie em'(if you see her)nwe're on a cartons of cardboard.nwe've instilled in us morals,nnot by god, but by our choice. nnelijah:nwe'll ride the rails up to utah!ni've heard there we'll be home free.ndammit, they're sounding the sirens nngloria: noh crap, we'll never make it, we'll never make it! nnnarrarator: nas they dashed abrubtly, see, not much furthernas they dashed abrubtly, see, cheer them on! nnjanitor: nhere, the elders use large deadbolts and small tazersnto push angels past their years.nand i support their struggle to be free. nnsuccessful stray: ntell that building we're shotguns nfully loaded, and custom.ntell uncle sam(if you see him)nwe'll deprive him his paycheck.nwe've instilled in us standards,nand give ourselves full credit. nwhen all have 86'd us,nyou can find us by your ear. nngloria: nhis words' i still here to this day.npropel gloria. propel!npropel gloria. propel!npropel gloria. propel!