here in the south we fix something to eat
 steam risin' up off the greenery
 and we welcome the strangers we meet

 alien sick growing in these walls
 like moss in a crack that time made
 i brush a guy in the airport
 whistling it's a small world after all
 and the prices are higher
 but the kids still selling lemonade

 get to the point of it
 (get to the point of it)
 get to the sense of it
 (get to the sense of it)
 i'm in a hurry
 to get through it

 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)
 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)

 a hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm
 same color of the spider underneath my nail that bit me in my dream
 and who would take out the dominican republic
 and send god's sweet children floating down a poison stream

 a secret society of conference rooms
 i pledge my allegiance to the dollar
 and when the clergy take a vote oh the gays will pay again
 yeah 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar

 so get to the point of it
 (get to the point of it)
 get to the sense of it
 (get to the sense of it)
 i'm in a hurry to get through it

 one day the war will stop
 and we'll grow a peaceful crop
 and a girl can get a wife
 and we can bring you back to life

 sacks of flour and rice or poker chips
 greasy palms or systems underhanding
 (...shelter...)
 and maybe we'll take a walk on pluto
 yeah but be no closer to the understanding
 (...what i wish...)

 get to the point of it
 (get to the point of it)
 get to the sense of it
 (get to the sense of it)
 i'm in a hurry to get through it

 yeah

 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)
 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)
 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)
 i am in trouble
 (i am in trouble)
 trouble
 (trouble)
 trouble
 (trouble)
 trouble
 (trouble)
 trouble
 (trouble)
 ah