Everything seems obvious
From here about the earth seems soft
Seems the people get along

Seems for once we do belong
(Ah, but a closer look reveals the earth is sticky with our greed)
Try to hold the f**k on

Stick our fingers in like seed
Coming from a cynic,
This sound's like the same old song

At least I don't just sit there,
At least I don't just nod


Everything's not %#@!ty

No


Something's aren't so bad.
Tell me Mr. positive,

Why am I so bored?
Why am I so sad?


[Whispering]

Everything's (not %#@!ty).

The plants, the birds might disagree
They sing a tune quite ominous,
There must be something wrong with us

(Our fingers in the ground, our bodies stick straight up like plants.)
Our sticky side now showing
Soon we'll be covered in ants.


And with our skin exposed
They'll chew us down to bone

Like little six legged architects
Building fancy homes
And

In
Hindsight
We

Should have maybe prepared for this.
Blame it all on he, who distracts us with shiny things.


So I say we look at this in a brand new light:
For the time being at least we're alive.


(You have to pass to be reborn
We were not not welcome anymore
I got lost along the way

We got lost along the way)

A metaphysical being on a hell of track

Tried to shoot for the moon but got last and came back
With a set of chipped teeth and a chip on his shoulder.
Tried to get on with his life but his life it was over


(The plants met up for a drink and decided to f**k with this one)


So a broken spirited man with nowhere to go
Tried to shoot himself dead but the bullet swung low
Ripped pit all of his teeth and part of his tongue.

Tried to do it again but couldn't pick up the gun

(The plants turned on the TV and had a laugh or 2 on him)


We all end up bone
We all end up rot

It's the travels that we take
That make it all worth while
We all end up deep

Deep under the dirt
It's the things you will see
That give life its worth