The world will sing when I am king All these things if I were king Without a care Your head's not heavy, your conscience clear Sins are all forgiven here Yours and mine Fear is gone without a trace It's the perfect time in the perfect place

And at once I knew I was not magnificent Jagged vacance, thick with ice And I could see for miles, miles, miles Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me You're laying waste to Halloween You fucked it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes Look me in my brand new eye It's all in your head It's all in my head I feel safe Insane am I the only motherfucker with a brain? I'm hearing voices but all they do is complain How many times have you

I kiss you blush Some kind of lust I want to feel my head overthrown I've got enough It's in the touch I kiss your knees and I try to be bold I try not to reason with myself. Should be calling, Calling for your help

Dedicated to all human beings Because we separate Like ripples on a blank shore You can't take it with yer Dancing for your pleasure You are not to blame for Bittersweet distractors Dare not speak its name

Hey brother, where you bound? There's a red cloud hanging over us And it's so big and it's gonna burst All you people with your heads in the ground And they're no good and they're everywhere Try to tell you, but you just don't care Try to hear you but

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do