diot job 203
ewspaper shoot their letters at me
i'm alone at last with every other me
guardian help me, angel shoot
all you ghosts and stand by and salute
and explain:
why is everything so locked up.
lake is empty, lake is full,
people say it's a push and pull
i know i did the wrong mistake again.
guardian help me, angel shoot
all you ghosts and stand by and salute
and explain:
why is everything so locked up.
i don't blame it on the front row
don't blame it on them ruin class
cause i know they stay
don't blame it on the signals
don't blame it on the logbooks
cause i know they stray
like all the cars in new york
like all the lights on new year
like all these gloomy planets
you know they stay
anyway.