Went downtown just to be a martyr But a telephone pole beat me to it It was covered in barbed wire Saw a little boy's white teeth Like wild horses encaged by an iron string
Oh god...does not feel good unless he bleeds
And daily crucifictions are hung up on street signs They use all sorts of names Hope they never use mine These consonants and vowels That cannot scream nor howl Only just hang around
Oh god...how'd things get so turned around
And in the office building 9 to 5 goes on trial The man is startin to crack But the ceiling stones smile And the boss comes in To see what fragile things His dull and pointless tongue can tear
Oh god...he combed over a baldspot with a bit of hair
Cause everybody needs Somebody else to blame They can't curse themselves They take their doctor's name in vain They'd rather jump through hoops And theraputic groups Than in their own minds delve
Oh god...why don't we believe in ourselves
Sometimes I think Life is just a movie And these Strangers Are folks we really know Sit back Relax Enjoy some popcorn Life's a great big mystery show
Saw tiny faces that are tattered and torn But there's paint upon the mansion that is hardly worn I'd like to go inside But why I don't know As though I could peel the paint And feed it to the poor
Oh god...can't live like this anymore
My landlord..no... My neighbor is as tolerant as a feeding shark But they tell me that her bite is much better than her bark She goes ramblin on From dusk until dawn Sayin I should try bein' like her sometime
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