Welcome to this whirlpool
We like to call "The Great Divide"
Where life is more than what it seems
And feelings are a dream
Welcome home to this confusion
That is the broken bottle at the door
And the liquor store downtown says
They've been closed for years
But the sky's still blood red at night
And shotguns versus crickets are next week in the lounge
A little girl runs into a closet
An older one runs into a tree
And the Mannerism of my Renissance is here
Touche, mon ami, for our time of death has come
And next week, it's airing on MTV.
"Stop, hey, what's the sound?
Everybody look what's going down" [in flames]
It's a bird, it's a plane
It's morality flying 'cross the sky
Wave goodbye, Jane!
We won't see such things again for quite some time
And the only things that make sense will be the only things to rhyme
And welcome to this time
Where hours are measured in minutes that are measured in days
It's only but a phase
To carry us through this life while happenstance is interefering
Dream and hope :: dope.
Welcome to my century
Look, some guy just died on my TV
I've got a repairman for your broken homes, your broken hearts
Give me a $20 and I'll get you 12.
Say hello to Mr. Bud Light
And goodbye to Dignity-
That's okay, I never liked her anyway.
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