Broken record, broken record Sunny day at the oasis As the roasted take their places And the undertaker mumbles You're screwing it wrong You're screwing
Friday comes with little warning Saturday is close behind Then you sleep in Sunday morning Monday back out on the line Bitter friends go passing by you
Alright We were just a pair of dice when I let you in And the numbers were aligned as the wheel grinned And the center of your eyes was a lucid lake
Sacred pictures With which she will foretell her future Expert witness A wound that won?t believe in sutures 'Cause she?s earlier than expected A little
Behind, beneath, below a certain level of intoxication Hidden like a joyful bundle, prisoner of inebriation If you had the chance, would you realize
Say goodbye to your friends and family Pack your promises silently Leave a note on your kitchen table This is all you will ever be So hope for a better
Burn and shine, son, and keep your spirit clean For this is not a dress rehearsal Junior phoenix with your ash-filled eyes Who will harbor your misfortune
Please forgive, for they know not what they've done And if they did, they'd surely resurrect their trust Promises were made to break and the family kept
Ooh, met you in the summer In the summer wave Ooh, but little have you come Why'd you come my way? Let's make a plan that let's us both win And wear
A boy once was frozen All guarded and closed in Before he had chosen A beauty to behold The cream of creation A red wine sensation The power of persuasion
Everyone sworn to protect us in a dreaming state now All the nations sharing it, they are the dreaming states now Maybe ours is a friendship of the future
It's too nice to breathe And I was feeling dirty 'til now Now witness me silent Now I've got over thirty Good reasons to live It's too nice to breathe
Golden blunders come in pairs they're very unaware What they know is what they've seen Education wasn't fun, but now that school is done Higher learning
He closed his eyes and was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become a gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils
(if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3) don't get too smart, don't react hide your knowledge, fight the facts loathe your lesson, stay intact
Something 'bout the whiteness of the phone Something 'bout the genius of modern music How can I think, how can I fail you? Something 'bout the distance
I've spent half of my life in this, God, awful place And I dare say I've only grown older I've had all I can take with patience and kindness I can't wait
The lines across your face Are drawn with hate 'Cause I'm drawn to someone else Looks like you could use a little sleep I had some I didn't mention You