Can't think a straight line beyond the hill
It seems like a mountain
Next to an ocean behind a thrill
Almost in my reach
If there's a way
I could feel the face
Of intelligence
I'm a man
I would understand
What a good head says
You're no me
You're no me
You're no me
Can't see the forest for all the green
All gets in my way
Can't dig a desert without the need
For old religion (religion)
For holy grails
And a Jesus nail
Through the head
For all the pain
And misguided faith
My mind erased
Before I had time to waste my afternoon
Every thirty days, a light goes on
And brightens my backyard
A yellow dying sun
I bite my tongue
And swallow pride and blood
On some other plane
I have become
Affected drawn and strange
I'm inclined to blame
My mother for dressing me
Like a girl
Like a girl
Like a girl
Don't know, maybe that's kind of weird
Teenage breakdown without the will
Or without thinking
Taking low roads and colored pills
Always be searching
Maybe then
I would find a place
In this mess
It swells a vein
That the only things
That are keeping me awake
Are reruns of The Mod Squad and cartoons
Every thirty days, a light goes on
And brightens my backyard
A yellow dying sun
I bite my tongue
And swallow pride and blood
On some other plane
I have become
Affected drawn and strange
I'm inclined to blame
My mother for dressing me
Like a girl
Like a girl
Like a girl
I don't know, maybe that's kind of weird
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