Can't think a straight line beyond the hill
It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind
A thrill almost in my reach

If there's a way I could
Feel the face of intelligence
I'm a man, I would understand

What a good head says...you're no me
Can't see the forest for all
The green, it all gets in my way

Can't dig a desert without
The need for old religion, for holy grails
And a Jesus nail through the head

For all the pain and misguided faith
My mind erased before I had time
To waste my afternoon


Every thirty days a light goes on
And brightens my backyard a yellow

Dying sun
I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood
On some other plane I have

Become affected drawn and strange
I'm inclined to blame
My Mother for dressing me like a girl

I don't know maybe that's kind of weird

A teenage breakdown without the will

Or without thinking
Taking low roads and coloured pills
Always searching

Maybe then I would find
A place in this mess
It swells a vein that the only things

That are keeping me awake
Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons