Lord, I must be dreamin' What else could this be? Everybody's screamin' Runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin' Birds take to the sky The prophets all are stinkin' drunk I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill-at-ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season, don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job And now they say it's nobody's fault Old San Andreas Seven years ago Shove it up their Richters Red lines stop and go Noblemen of courage Listen with their ears Spoke without discouragin' When no one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry Too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story Four on the floor up to the hilt Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season, don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job And now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill-at-ease Everything is on fire Our shit's piled up in debris California showtime Five o'clock's the news Everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job And now we're just a little too late