This was the year he fell to pieces
And ironically this was the year when more people then he knew even existed scrambled to put him back together again
And as they tried they didn't notice that he was smiling, smiling his ass off
No pun intended
Oh, what have we become? Oh, what have you become?
Not allowed to kick the feet up and sleep until it's done
Ground control, ground control to major Tom
We found a hole in your theory and we named it Sean
And when the leaves fall the land looks more human
It's got me questioning the essence of my farm boy blues
Hence I never wore the fashions of the 'know what I'm doing'
But there won't be no alarm, when we sound up the movement
A river runs through it until I'm made out of fluids
My father's name is Art and my name's Pride
And while my destiny reads the recipe for confusion I'm looking for whoever writes 'so empty inside'
As the panelling comes unglued
I'm averaging a Camel, every hour is a substitute for food
Out standing in this field waiting for the storms
Trying to teach the alphabet to the children of the corn
Yo, the music ain't loud enough, I can still hear the voices in your head
The choices they've chosen to choose temporarily impaired me
I'm terribly proud if you don't turn it up louder, I'm breaking out
I face the sun when I talk and I hold his hand as I walk him across the street
Got caught inside of a self taught, it just don't stop
And I'll trade you a parable for every probably
Kick this one for St.Paul and this for Minneapolis
And kick this one here for me and my superhero complex
And when I can I'm gonna build a castle that touches the clouds
Not to get closer to God but to get further from y'all
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