Well I wake up every morning and I got to scratch my head
What direction should I turn to, on what side of my bed?
On one side is the world and on the other side’s the wall
The wall could use some painting – the world, an overhaul
Lookin’ out my window, I see the people walkin’ ’round
They all got someplace to go, they don’t have time to stick around
Because they’re runnin’ in a race, to hesitate they do not dare
The finish line is in the graveyard and they can’t wait to make it there
I’m feelin’ like a square peg shoved into a round hole
They’re pushin’ me out upon the stage but no-one’s written me a role
It don’t have to be Shakespeare, Harold Robbins would be fine
If I could just know how to move, or make it to the next line
Mr. Genghis Khan the Second believes in absolute control
Prayin’ to his tiny god perched up atop of his console
My apathy disgusts him – don’t I know there’s money to be made?
Forests to be turned into deserts, people to be enslaved
But you know that I love you, you know that I do
The way you sewed me back together with your magic thread and glue
All except for that one part where you left me so exposed behind
But we don’t have to talk about that, it just reminds me to be kind
I’m not the kind to give up, you know that it’s a fact
If they throw me out the front door I’ll come crawlin’ in the back
If they throw me out the back door, I ain’t gonna hang around
I’ll just come back with gasoline and burn the motherfucker down
People say to me “Get real” and I say to them “What for?”
After that there doesn’t seem to be much to talk about anymore
Reality and me, we haven’t been on speaking terms
Since I stumbled out through the gates of Paradise into this cafeteria for worms
Now there’s shooting in the schoolyards, families bein’ torn apart
You’d almost think the world had been designed without our interests at heart
Still I salute the resolutions of the governing elect
Their eyedroppers of compassion, their steam shovels of neglect
I feel like cuttin’ out of here, I’m tired of all these crazy games
They keep recycling the plot, all that changes is the names
I lay hungover in this bed, so alone and full of trepidation
Like the morning after the apocalypse, or the first day of an occupation
But if I go I’ll take ya with me, of that there is no doubt
Whenever I’m invisible you can always make me out
I’ll keep on comin’ back for seconds as long as you’re with me in line
Till we defy the laws of gravity, till we forget how to tell time
So honey if you need me, I’ll be out here swingin’ from this noose
With all these stories without endings, all these tools that have no use
All these questions without answers, all these locked doors without keys
Except for the ones we build ourselves from what’s washed up upon the beach
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