I spit on the soil of the marketplace
Rip up a photo of the man from my inner-space
Soul, earthquake sweat, monsoon
Vacate shore, crash like typhoon
Is there anybody sitting in the cosmic seat?
'Cause I've got questions for the bastard and some heavenly heat
It's like sand in a sieve every time I blink
Every lesson I learn turns to faded ink
Is there a key to this song?
'Cause you're all tone deaf
And no one's gonna write what's wrong
Correct, it's all so cyclical
Yet unpredictable
Ask what not how you're doing, but the answer's always
Bad weather
Happy face
Dead kids
Fake names
We're sorry!
There was nothing we could do
Mother sent a postcard
To keep ya far from cryin'
I'm on the way to downtown
Trust me, I'm lying
Four to five days a month
(I'm dying!)
And the rest, I'm basically fine
Citizen, the problem is solved
Here's total peace of mind
Get down, there's a letter in the mail of mine
With a fresh blue coat and the spit still drying
Yes, I am perfect, I am holy and fine
Don't call, don't check
Trust me, I'm lying
Mother sent a postcard
To keep ya far from cryin'
I'm on the way to downtown
Trust me, I'm lying
Mother sent a postcard
To keep ya far from cryin'
I'm on the way to downtown
Trust me, I'm lying
(Mother sent a postcard)
To keep ya far from cryin'
I'm on the way to downtown
Trust me, I'm lying
Mother sent a postcard (a postcard)
