stop
i was just about to stop today
when i saw your face
swimming through the crowd like a happy little bubble
flying through a sea of paper souls
and i am trying to keep up with this goose chase
this fruitless search
for yours is a vision
of an image
of a very very faint illusion
that being something you think
you see
so i try to find what isnt there
like alice and that grinning cat
like that voice that is constantly changing directions
my what an amazing trick you have discovered
teach and i will learn
laugh and i will sing
raise your hands in elation and joy
and i will hang my head in fear and shame
what do you think is going on here
there is a window of opportunity directly below you
so jump fall crash
jump jump jump
into this well shaped hole i call my heart
into this superconducting, supercolliding
incarnation of my neglected genius
dont stand there like a tree in central park
waiting for you leaves to fall slowly to your feet
take your position in this place
where a man is a man
a woman is a woman
and a life dont mean shit when you've got a gun
ive had my fill of the rest of this world
with its car chases
and brutal criminal tresspassing
and everything else that dont make a damn lick of sense
unless you've got a phd in the what the fuck was that
'what the fuck was that' my mother used to say
as i ran through the house
with my take no prisoners, as seen on tv psycho rifle of doom
you say your parents taught you values
i say mine taught me how to use the remote
and now thanks to them i am stuck out in the open
with my ass on the ground
and my head in my hands
waiting for the patient little devil
whose hands create the winds that blow us to our knees
so that we may pray it, say it, pay it, play it
want it, need it
chalk it up to nothing more than a very bad day
or karma with a strap on
and believe you me
karma is most definately a coming
shes giving shape to thoughts
and placing hope where hope never dreamed of being
give it time to mend bend, wrend into this form you see before
this form that keeps on sliding, biting, fighting with all my might
to keep on loving, living, wanting, needing, running, breathing
and you are the center of my earth
but if you ever think of walking through that door
i will stop!
when i saw your face
swimming through the crowd like a happy little bubble
flying through a sea of paper souls
and i am trying to keep up with this goose chase
this fruitless search
for yours is a vision
of an image
of a very very faint illusion
that being something you think
you see
so i try to find what isnt there
like alice and that grinning cat
like that voice that is constantly changing directions
my what an amazing trick you have discovered
teach and i will learn
laugh and i will sing
raise your hands in elation and joy
and i will hang my head in fear and shame
what do you think is going on here
there is a window of opportunity directly below you
so jump fall crash
jump jump jump
into this well shaped hole i call my heart
into this superconducting, supercolliding
incarnation of my neglected genius
dont stand there like a tree in central park
waiting for you leaves to fall slowly to your feet
take your position in this place
where a man is a man
a woman is a woman
and a life dont mean shit when you've got a gun
ive had my fill of the rest of this world
with its car chases
and brutal criminal tresspassing
and everything else that dont make a damn lick of sense
unless you've got a phd in the what the fuck was that
'what the fuck was that' my mother used to say
as i ran through the house
with my take no prisoners, as seen on tv psycho rifle of doom
you say your parents taught you values
i say mine taught me how to use the remote
and now thanks to them i am stuck out in the open
with my ass on the ground
and my head in my hands
waiting for the patient little devil
whose hands create the winds that blow us to our knees
so that we may pray it, say it, pay it, play it
want it, need it
chalk it up to nothing more than a very bad day
or karma with a strap on
and believe you me
karma is most definately a coming
shes giving shape to thoughts
and placing hope where hope never dreamed of being
give it time to mend bend, wrend into this form you see before
this form that keeps on sliding, biting, fighting with all my might
to keep on loving, living, wanting, needing, running, breathing
and you are the center of my earth
but if you ever think of walking through that door
i will stop!
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