Kick in the doors, you can
Suck open sores, you can
Build us a rocket, the least you can
The worst you can, send us all on our way
Ample timing for a breakdown
While solemn, we can take no
Real comfort or solace
And from the seashore, unfamiliar
The water and oil, unfamiliar
Success and toil, unfamiliar
Unaccustomed, unfamiliar
Kick in the doors, you can
Suck open sores, you can
Build us a rocket, the least you can
The worst you can, send us all on our way
Return with this sickness
Turn to kick in his head
My word is woeful in his rant
I imagine you’d like to call it ‘soulful’
And I thought this could be my time
But you pulled the rug from under me
I’ve hardened in this ageless shame
Of swinging from your coattails
Now I’m back to good old ball and chain
Ah, your solitude’s a high pitched whine
Let go of the medicine
Or you’ll be sucking it until you die
Show commendable front but little subtlety
I’ll participate, you pretend to own a brain
Up the gain
Your articulation starts to wane
Try to forget ‘em all
It’s the same face presenting the same lie
If you keep walking sideways
If you keep changing your mind
Ample timing for a breakdown
While solemn, we can take no
Real comfort or solace