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
Where do bad folks go when they die?
I knew a lady who lived in Duluth
Now the people cry and the people moan
If I had to lose a mile
I can't see the end of me
I can't see the end of me
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Chorus:
When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
Chorus:
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Lake of Fire
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
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
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 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?
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me
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
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
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun
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