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
Lookout
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 bitch 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 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 roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go? Alone
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandela 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
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