All my psychologists and therapists agree That I'm a breath of fresh air The minute that I walk into their offices I'm breaking the ice in their chair
I'm talking politics and mindfulness Exploring my subconscious Debating distribution of wealth And though the other patients weigh their options They never get as heavy as myself
But still you shoot me down And I couldn't bring it up Still you shoot me down Couldn't bring it up Still you shoot me
Up in the desert there's a cactus That'll make you see the meaning of life You swallow it and suddenly the subtleties You're cutting in half with a knife
You're knocking on the doors of your perception You've turned to a direction You stand up and you reach for the light But something keeps you going to the office ‘Til the poetry turns profits A habit that's riper than ripe
Though it might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down ‘Til you break it down
It might fuck you up It might fuck you up It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down ‘Til you break itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
