Backwater

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky's vein

Chorus:
Some things...will never change
They just stand there looking backwards, half unconscious from the pain
It may seem...rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that'll never change

And when I shoulda' been gone a long time
Laughs...and says I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Chorus:

Hey...I'm blind
Good...fine
Roll the time
On whose dime?

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling
With a knife to open up the sky's vein

Chorus: 2x


Lake of Fire

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the fourth of july

I knew a lady who lived in Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
But she went to her grave a little too soon
And she flew away howling at the yellow moon

Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils fight to claim them for their own


Oh, Me

If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sweetened with emotion
Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me

I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me


Plateau

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

Chorus:
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun

Chorus:

Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was greenland and some say mexico
Others decided in was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could