Tune Down 1/2 Step
Short delay the parrot blues
Little voices mimick you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back, the Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc,
Disguise your will, they'll find you out,
And when they do, look out
There's money lenders inside the temple
The circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault
A bitchin heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
Washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon, we drunk dialed
The starving children they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If just somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Take my call
Hello?
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface rolls
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out where'd everybody go?
Hello?
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mendola destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
'Cause it did not happen
There's money lenders inside the temple
The circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you loved me, well that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I loved you well that's my fault
Well that's my fault
Well that's my fault