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
Washed the cars and everything

Felt clean for just a little while

A telethon...

We drove down

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 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 roads

Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone


Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mendula 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 loved 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