Lord I must be dreamin'
Everybody's screamin'
What else could this be
Running' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin'
The prophets are all stinking drunk
Birds take to the sky I know the reason why
Mind is so ill at ease
Eyes are full of desire
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season Don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry
Man has known
Don't be sorry
And now he's blown it
And now they say it's nobody's fault
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job Shove it up their richters
Old St. Andres
Noblemen of courage
Seven years ago
Red lines stop and go
Listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin'
When no one really hears
One of these day's you'll be sorry Too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame
Sorry, we're so sorry Don't be sorry
Man has known
Upside down and hell's the only sound
And now he's blown it
We did an awful job
And now we're just a little too late Mind is so ill at ease
Eyes are full of desire
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up in debris California showtime
Five o'clock's the news
Everybody's concubine
Was prone to take a snooze Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
We did an aweful job
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
And now we're just a little too late.
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