A short delay, the parrot blues
Little voices mimic 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
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper

If I loved you, well that's my fault

A (*##$ in heat, the alpha male

Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain

It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon

We drunk dialed

Those 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 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?
Alone


Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandala 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
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart

Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then 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 miss you, well that's my fault
That's my fault
That's my fault