I'm sweaty and i'm hopeful on a summer night I read the news and shouldn't think things will be alright The stripes on your shirt remind me of something long ago Maybe the pattern of the carpet of an airport floor or...i don't know In the future our shoes will no longer give us blisters And everyone will know the correct anatomy of the clitoris Whether or not we should get a new phony gadget Whether or not we will be forgiven for our sins
And you know, being a person, it really fucks you up But something here feels right, i think we might both be alive I refuse to believe that big plans will work out So i knock on every single wooden surface in town It's the anxiety percussion symphony It's a highly abstract piece of music I gotta gotta get to the bottom of this Find the prize in the fucking cereal box, it's hit or bliss I'll fix this world, I'll make it right for us I'll make nice people out of all those assholes You get a special kind of scar when you grow up in a zoo Where there's a different kind of elephant in every single room We fed the holy spirit with bread crumbs And we watched it shit on all our things Sometimes i imagine the westboro baptist church picketing our funerals And i hope no one else will
And i am sitting on the corner of church and state avenue I am balancing five cents on the tip of my shoe There's a sign out in the yard with a clumsily painted dove Saying something heartfelt and generic about love Like: You know, being a person It really fucks you up But something here feels right I think we might both be alive (you know being a person, it really fucks you up for life) You know, being a person It really fucks you up But something here feels right I think we might both be aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
