Watch your head, take cover
It’s raining pleasantries
It’ll mess up your hair
Your cookout, your street fair
Your girlfriend, your phone calls just
Don’t mean much to me
Compulsive obsession with things
Your fashion, elections
Your vision and excrement
People, diversions and depth
Low rent, frail insides
Painted on dense reinforced skin
Protecting me
Can’t let, can’t let go of me
Can’t let, can’t let go of everybody
Can’t let, can’t let’s go for me
Can’t let, can’t let’s leave
Your hobbies, collections
Your lifestyles and bed room sets
Don’t mean much to me
Unthinking allegiance to thieves
Your meth lab, your dildos
Kaballah and yoga class
People, places and things
Nouns, verbs, false cognates
Language abuse, innuendo
Word, interrupt
Can’t let, can’t let go of me
Can’t let, can’t let go of everybody
Can’t let, can’t let’s go for me
Can’t let, can’t let’s leave
You messed up my hair
Can’t, you dreamt us from each others minds
Can’t, if perception defines
You just made that up and now your problem is mine
And now your dismal outlook we’ve shared
This song will show your tired point to be wrong
And prove to all the world that I’m here
And you’re there and they’re there and we are
Bullshit
Architect
Our secret pontiff, the oil peaks
I read that today
Cold fusion, hooray
Tomorrow, if not something else
