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Can't think a straight line beyond the hill 
It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind 
A thrill almost in my reach 
If there's a way I could 
Feel the face of intelligence 
I'm a man, I would understand 
What a good head says...you're no me 
Can't see the forest for all 
The green, it all gets in my way 
Can't dig a desert without 
The need for old religion, for holy grails 
And a Jesus nail through the head 
For all the pain and misguided faith 
My mind erased before I had time 
To waste my afternoon 
  
Every thirty days a light goes on 
And brightens my backyard a yellow 
Dying sun 
I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood 
On some other plane I have 
Become affected drawn and strange 
I'm inclined to blame 
My Mother for dressing me like a girl 
I don't know maybe that's kind of weird 
  
A teenage breakdown without the will 
Or without thinking 
Taking low roads and coloured pills 
Always searching 
Maybe then I would find 
A place in this mess 
It swells a vein that the only things 
That are keeping me awake 
Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons

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